All things estival have come to a swift
end.
Leaves falling crisp in the Rockies
follow me back home to soggy - where
blackbirds hunch shoulder to shoulder
drip, drip on a dripping high wire.
A statuesque blue heron
stands knee deep and still in high tide
blending into slate blue skies.
The inside of my dry, cracked nose welcomes
the drizzle.
I have front row parking
on the ferry. My thirsty skin,
eyes and heart want the windshield
barrier gone - it keeps me from the salt spray.
The freezing wind makes me thankful for it.
Logs float on the chop. I hope to
spot a seal's watchful eyes.
Ahhh ...
the absolute relief of being at one
again with salt water.
**(My friend Susan read this and asked if I'd seen Blue Mind In the Desert Ted Talk by Wallace J. Nichols.) I hadn't. Yet. It is fantastic. I just ordered his book and will find a blue marble to remind me....
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