A Little Bit Lost

So long, 
lost loves.

I haven't forgotten you,
just yet.
I hung
your picture before I knew,
next to
scenes set in golden hues.
Your face,
still drifting inside my head.
The weight is gone,
heavy words that I could have said.
I sang instead
when other girls only cried.
I called it grace.
I am a mindless child.

You're gone.
What's left?
Memories of greater days
just ahead. 

Look on, you say.
Build together the obvious clues.
Taught you:
skip the series of laid out rules.
Go sing outside,
as clouds raining spark the night.
That's how we met.
Was it the greatest day of this life? 

Maine was windy and crisp even in the middle of summer. Dave and I decided to eat lunch in Portland as a halfway point to Acadia National Park. In Portland, people walk the streets proudly with their small town spirit as well as their salty waterdogs. The saline aroma of lobster something-or-other poured out of every restaurant and café. We picked a pub with waterfront views, sailboats, and dinghies. By tradition, we ordered a local beer, twice. The first beer Dave spilled across the table and onto the porch. As if that wasn’t a close enough call, he nearly did it again, giving me a soggy lobster melt sandwich.

After lunch, we headed for Allagash Brewery. Allagash is one of our favorite beers and we planned a little side field trip before getting back on track to Acadia. Unfortunately we did not have time to complete a full tour. But we managed to make out with a crate of goodies, including 2 beers we planned on saving for dinner later in the trip.

Back on the road, it started to sprinkle and we were not looking forward to setting up in the rain. The little bed and breakfasts and hotels we passed along the way, beckoned for us to stay in the dry, warm beds and zone out in front of the television after a long hot shower. Dave and I stood in front of a mom and pop ice cream stand that directly faced a large Hampton Inn, with a movie theater within walking distance. Tempting, but that was not what the trip was about. So we left to face the sprinkle or downpour, whichever it should be.

We set up in the dark again; however, we had a great tent site. We knew going into the campground that it was made for families and it was hard to get a great spot. But our spot, for lack of a better word, was a tent condo. Newly constructed, wooden dual level plat-form with guard rails surrounded our entire site. No rocks, boulders, stumps, or logs. No gargantuan moths due to the colder air. Completely secluded, neighbors were far and few between.

The next day we spent time at the docks and braced ourselves in the frigid current of the Atlantic Ocean. It was enough to take your breath away if you stayed in too long. And this was mid-day temperatures. We tested canoes and kayaks attached to the dock. You know, just in case we happened to come across a good deal at one of the multiple outdoor recreation shops we passed along the way. That night we decided to go into Bar Harbor for dinner, to take a break from the camp grub. When we were checking into the campground, a fellow camper suggested several places to us including Café This Way.

The next morning we drove into Acadia National Park. As a little island off the coast of southern Maine, it had many landscapes to explore. Before the sun set we rushed to the top of windy Cadillac Mountain, along with every other tourist. We grabbed a bottle of cider and two plastic cups and made a break for a secluded area to make a toast. We hastily opened the bottle while trying to keep the cups from flying off the cliff. Just as the sun went down past the skyline, we made a toast.

We're just a little bit lost
inside our houses.
We're just a little unkept
out in the streets. 

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We said good-bye to Acadia and Bar Harbor and grabbed brekkie at 2 Cats Café. Needless to say, the restaurant had acquired more than two cats over the years. But they were all well behaved and never attempted to steal our bacon and eggs. Upon paying for the bill, I asked what all the cats’ names were. They rattled off a few names and the only one I could catch was Penelope. So long last love, I haven’t forgotten you just yet. 

But I won't ever pass up
a second to tell you
replacements a myth
'Cause I know when the kids are all grown
we will still have this blue and gold print.