Ode to Seldovia

Uniquely civilized;

unseated in City or Wild,

a taupe and topaz pearl;

Seldovia glimmers.

A dim and sea-worn jewel

held safe in a jagged coast’s embrace,

exposed to more heart than hazard,

a rare (even here), unspoiled gem.

Near to the heart,

and dear to the art

of living in familial isolation,

her people seem to match her mood,

become her makeup, blood and brood.

Short or long, her days amaze.

(if Peace could ever be said to move…)

The calls of birds and boats abound,

surround-

like her morning breath of gray.

Yet at this time there’s but one sound-

an angel’s exclamation-

that echoes echoes echoes soft upon the bay.

Though Sun in time will find its way

to warm the land where Seldovians play,

escorting traveler’s for “just the day,”

knowing most who visit are wont to want to stay.

by Adam Francis Smith of Elburn, Illinois