we know the spirit moves,
has moved, is moving
though not perhaps as we had at first imagined
The rain has cleared (for now) & the inexorable
light filtering down lends a blessing of sorts
but only if you can see it at a 45 degree angle
There has to be an element of risk in everything we do
or else why bother?
The moss
grows on the north
side so you should keep
the
ocean
on your right
& a
switchblade within reach.
Cypress. Eucalyptus. Coyote brush. Lupine.
Nasturtiums clinging to beach
pavement.
Mexican fan palms splashing shadows across
the
Manchurian Surf Almanac.
It’s all wrong but that’s the way it’s
supposed to be. A thin pale shadow (with wings)
in the dark blonde sky.
