On the Shores of Mackinac Island

I rest on piles
of ancient stones
that rumbled
back and forth
back and forth
in Lake Huron’s
restless belly
before she tossed them
onto shore.

Beneath my bones
the Earth drums
her rhythm pulses
through my veins
while the sun
melts hard places
in the center
of my heart.

I surrender,
my worries fade
with burning ashes.

Wanderings and Ponderings by Margrit Schlatter

Copyright Feb.23, 2004 Margrit Schlatter

Margrit Schlatter first wrote poetry in her native Switzerland.  After learning English at ESL and U of M Flint, she learned the art of pottery at The Institute of Fine Arts.  A few years ago she found her way back to poetry and also paints in pastels.  She can be contacted at ceramica47@comcast.net