Larry's Blog

SPECIFICALLY, THE PACIFIC

From tidal mists
and scattering phantoms of fog
we ascend the summit of our hopes
eye coastal rock protrusions

From tidal mists
and scattering phantoms of fog
we ascend the summit of our hopes
eye coastal rock protrusions

single thrusts of tide
set aside years with their
incrustations

although at first it would so seem
the cattle have no advantage over us
grazing near tidal waters

green hills, electric fences
wide brush strokes of blue flower
we watch the sea

roads that invite but frighten
hills belonging to no one
and to everyone

they will remember
in their dreams
the curving water’s edge
a cove with a waterfall
called McWay’s

but there is a lie in the land
people have gone
settlers were never here
only cows

there is only endless land
we only think we are here
the seeing is the dream

the Pacific closes at sunset
but Ilze would like to stay