"Northwest Coast"
by Marcus H.
headlands
hands of the earth
fingers of lava that dance with the ocean
wind, water, fire, earth
etched in basalt faces
Elephant Rock wades into the spray
Stone Whale blows its spout
Giants stand seaward, no ship can pass
beach above my head
wave polished stones
frozen in crystal rock
that flowed a thousand years ago
a beach of black marbles
that sing with the waves
a beach of boulders
that I must leap across
a boulder
a pebble
a grain
how big am I?
where do I end?
I can feel that....
rounding the headland
beneath the cliff
under the arch
slick
wet
dripping
where the ocean pounded
an hour ago
listen to moon’s tidal heartbeat
and don't wait too long
but
stop
see the world in a bowl
an animal?
no a plant?
no a rock?
squirting water
out of lips
closing tight
until the ocean kisses it again
ant crawl
over the finger
animal trail through vaulted forest
ocean murmurs of cliff edge
thick with bushes
enter through their tunneled vein
scramble down a rock bed
to water’s edge
sea peeks
through wall of pillars
that touch gray cloud ceiling
waves do not enter here
inches from the depth
I stand upon a table stone
dinner scraps discarded there
am I alone?
whose house is this?
a head emerges
from still ocean
close
as my boyhood dog
with talking eyes
speaks to my soul
We are all one.
Just beautiful! Mystical! A portal to the eternal.
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