I have the book of poetry that contains the poem you can read below, but I had forgotten about it until tonight when my friend Patricia (Improv Wisdom) sent me a copy. This is one of the joys of poetry and friends who love poetry. Even if it is a poem I know, love and have memorized, when I receive a copy by email or postal mail my heart gives a little leap of recognition, a bit like the leap of joy that happens when a good friend arrives at the door.
Today we spent the day at a friend's beautiful lakeside cottage, about 45 minutes from Ottawa. The seven hour outing felt like an entire holiday that included a ferry trip across the Ottawa River to Quebec, past fields of Queen Anne's Lace as in the photo, a tiny, twisty, gravel winding road through the woods, and the arrival at a sun-filled and soulful paradise for a few hours of enchantment, refreshment and friendly companionship.
It was a place where the magic of the following poem could have happened.
The Place I Want To Get Back To