Like a Silent Spectre
A Poem by Meredith Betz
In the boathouse on the Upper Lake
Sandwiching with friends, waiting for the rain to subside
A distant loon keens and a merganser family glides
Ushering a phantom guide boat
Emerging through the mist
And bearing its silent passengers toward our shelter
Two little boys backpacked and blonde
Trip onto the deck
The younger brandishing a finger splinted with a twig
Waves wounded and brave
As if he had slain a dragon
I am transported to the years long ago
When my own little blonde boy
Made a bike that could fly
And a built a house under San Francisco Bay
And took on cars and mountains
A fierce warrior who
exhausted from battle
Would crawl up on my lap
Telling me of his exploits
Then this splinted boy pivots
Joins his family
And the boat like a silent specter
Vanishes in the mist.
So what remains are friends
Waiting in the boathouse
Until the shower ends.
Meredith Betz, MSOD, MSEd, is a teacher, facilitator, writer and consultant with a penchant for storytelling. With years of experience in writing for the nonprofit sector, she coaches nonprofits and their leaders as they tell their compelling stories.
A published author, Meredith is a contributor to the Nonprofit Quarterly. She is a certified Guided Autobiography facilitator who helps individuals write their life histories because she believes that everyone has a story that must not go untold.
Currently, Meredith is co-writing memoir for a 101-year-old Estonian man and is writing a book chronicling her experience as a memoirist. For fun, she writes short stories about eccentric characters doing extraordinary things.