oil slick
a thin feather of cloud
that seems to have fishbones in it
I
was swept away by the blue sparkle
where I learned to surf by
candlelight
snap
decisions broken in half by a misjudged floater
on the wrong side of the
jetty
folded into the waves it’s that easy
rainsqualls in the back of my head
throbbing engines adrift hovering
tracing your family history back to gray whales
& the scene of the crime (Malibu) a blank space
you can return to although you can never go back
the
coast road crumbling beneath yr wheels
the
palm trees & ice plant & carbon monoxide
settling
in for the long haul now pelicans in formation
plow
their way thru the redolent haze
& what do we do now? you ask & I answer
We wait
