By Randy Rush; Photography by Jim O’Connor
I have seen Le Mont – Saint – Michel
I gazed upon the Archangel
And sat within the Nave
Walked along its narrow streets
Of stone, so roughly paved
I have seen the Colosseum
Wondered through the hypogeum
Tried hard to envision
The spectacles and cruelties
Of the crowds and those imprisoned
I have been to Haleakala
Swore that I had stood in Shangri-La
Laid eyes upon the silversword
And saw Pueo fly
As the clouds became my floor
I have been on Mazinaw Lake
Listened to my voice reverberate
Fishing from my wooden boat
In the shadow of Bon Echo Rock
Etched with words that Whitman wrote
I have walked the streets of Positano
In northernmost Salerno
On the coastline of Almafi
Bejeweled with golden lemons
That taste as sweet as they could be
Now here I sit on Manahawkin Bay
Not so very far away
From my home in southern Jersey
Where the air is gently salted
And tempered by the sea
