Tibby Dodge at Migis main dock 1950
While we spend a lot of time on the water (being, of course, Migis Lodge on Sebago Lake), we are also (in the Abenaki language) Migis; the Place to Steal Away to Rest. So here’s a look at a few of them, and a bit of poetry. That Billy Collins. He sure has spelled it out for me in the past, and now he’s done it again. I walk around our mesmerizing 100 acres and actually do stop and smell the roses, with some frequency. And he, who as far as I know has not visited us, provides the words to describe some of this stopping. Here is a part of his poem “The Chairs That No One Sits In”. But our experience is different, isn’t it?
It might be none of my business,
but it might be a good idea one day
for everyone who placed those vacant chairs
on a veranda or a dock to sit down in them
for the sake of remembering
whatever it was they thought deserved
to be viewed from two chairs
side by side with a table in between.
The clouds are high and massive that day.
The woman looks up from her book.
The man takes a sip of his drink.
Then there is nothing but the sound of their looking,
the lapping of lake water, and a call of one bird
then another, cries of joy or warning—
it passes the time to wonder which.
Do come join us. We have places to sit and eat, swing, read, propose, dangle feet, fish, chat, sunbathe, write, play with Cheerios, bicycle, warm up, cool down, sightsee………and just breathe. Choose your favorite!