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Monhegan

I am haunted by the mammoth rocks,
the naked silent woods.

I walk down spongy, shallow rooted paths past bleached skeletons and blowdowns.

And beneath the beckoning of awe and eerie, a sense of passing unbidden, forbidden, unseen and unwanted.

It is a mixed place, one ancient and unsettled, secret and exposed; sitting as it does on the edge of the continental shelf, granite and peat, just barely there.
2001