A Grand Haven Tuesday

A Grand Haven Tuesday

I saw two babies laugh and play

In their Graco Pack and Play

All at the East End park that day.

Walked the East End Grand River Park

To watch the cat tails sway—

a stout wind blew—

So I meandered away.

Waters meet at mouth of Grand

I walked the pier where water meets land--

where Lake Michigan sculpts the singing sands.

Three Asian men fishing that Tuesday

One smiled and said to me, “We’re fishing.”

“Good luck I say.”

I raised my camera to capture

 Sun light at play on the red beacon—

a Pakistani family nodded good day—

I nodded, too that evening in May.

Young couples walked by me hand in hand

As  I strolled near the red beacon light

And I looked back toward land.

Houses, cottages and my town lay

where people live and work and play

It’s a happy place to live or

 stay for a day.