A warm August morning
as we set off for a 4.5 mile hike
up Mount Desert Island’s Cadillac Mountain.
Forged millennia ago
by massive volcanic activity,
the granite mount
offers forest and ledges
to a smooth top with views
of Somes Sound and the ocean beyond.
I could not wait for our sunrise start.
Mother was too slow for my liking…
packing iced tea and offering to make sandwiches.
Sister hated early starts.
Little brother and father prepared cameras
and spyglasses as we set off.
After 1.5 hours,
the pines and ledges gave way
to an expanse as wide as
How did I not know
this sort of openness
existed alongside my every day life?
My young mind stretched
with each breath of crisp mountain air.
I was thankful for my mother’s sandwiches,
the chance to bath in summer light,
and a family
I did not know would eventually fracture.
our minds discard memories too similar,
to avoid a competition for attention.
Cadillac Mountain does not fade for me.
Though my mother is no longer here,
and I have a family of my own,
the bright coastal afternoon
is available anytime.