Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— High Flight
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
Larger Version Here: Unfurled Beneath a Clear Blue Sky
Not every day you see a Viking ship asea these days ... even less likely you'd see one in Maine, but there you have it, enjoying the setting sun over Port Clyde.
Larger version here: A Modern Day Warrior
There's something ancient and profound about Midcoast Maine. You imagine that thousands of years earlier, this scene was virtually the same, unspoiled by condos, water parks and other detritus of humanity that litters almost any other coastline in the world. It's the same sun setting tonight as yesterday and beyond. These rocks aren't bothered by it much at all.
Larger version here: Among the Rocks and Rays