Jockey’s Ridge

| 07 Oct 2021 | 12:43

    A huge light beige sand dune
    rising between the ocean and the bay
    that has been there for centuries,
    yet is constantly changed by wind and weather.
    The footprints of the day’s tourists
    are gone with each new sunrise,
    mysteriously snatched by the night winds
    only to be filled in by the dawn breezes
    like spring dandelions
    responding to the lure of the sun.

    Signs identify the vegetation around its base
    for the city folk: Bayberry, Live Oak,
    Southern Waxy Myrtle, and Swamp Grass,
    but there is no plant brave enough
    to try to live at the top.
    The top is the province of the wind,
    alive with change, ever purified.

    Adult visitors seem to sense
    the fragility of the hill,
    walk gingerly, trying not to scar
    the pristine loveliness provided each morning.

    Yet their kids may have a better understanding
    of the essence of the place,
    sliding down the hill merrily on their butts
    and watching their tracks blow away
    knowing that they cannot hurt this hill
    with only their God given bodies and enthusiasm.

    - Bill Kenney, Florham Park NJ