Sunday, November 12, 2006
You walk out under gunmetal grey stratus;
Dusky footed woodrats nest rock outcrops,
orange velvet algae and lace lichen drape ancient Cypress,
crows harry a red tailed hawk,
Seals bask on sea stacks;
In kelp, otters,
In coves, Sea wolves; lobos,
And the spindrift charged wind.
In wet forests, by the beautiful
red fly agaric, amanita muscaria
I decay to moss and broken bark,
while you step over fallen logs and find
your path has become a stream, returning to ocean's edge.
The beds of white quartz sand,
In brown sea shaped sandstone curves a nude figure,
Hunched conglomerates of chaos and stone, and
granite headlands: trees cling to them like eternity.
(note to myself)
At 5:37 pm on January 9th, 2005
dusk sun comes out,
at western horizon.
For a moment it's as if time stops and the surface of the sea is a
crumpled sheet of silver.
Posted by James Honzik at 11:21 AM