Toeing the alpha ocean
Eyes closed
In slack tide reverie
Floating
In blessed amnesia
Then incoming
Breath-like
The unstoppable rising
Washing ashore
Things both clean
And blemished
Regretful flotsam
Jetsam orphaned
And pridefully cast
For gulls to inspect
For time to desiccate
Then the flushing tide
Ougoing sweep
Ebbing
Forgiving
Sanctifying
A purifying exhale
I am absolved on this day
By this generous sea.
Do not steal the air from me
I could not bear such poverty
And fill again the pristine sky
With dirt and soot that stings the eye.
The earth our home we must not foul
I long to hear coyote’s howl
We share it all with birds and beast
The giant whales and microbes least.
The streams and lakes and oceans wide
The care of which we must abide
This is our home from which we came
To spoil it now will be our shame.
Standing on the lip of the earth
The waves below pulse and pound
Grinding the lava rock
Into green sand.
Every rock tells its story...
These upon the South Point stage.
To the newly arrived, like us
Everything is far away
And out of reach
Antarctica 5000 miles to the south
And the ocean below
By contrast a mere 50 feet.
You say,
“It is like looking through the
wrong end
Of binoculars.”
Crazy and foolish?
If you choose to see it that way.
But we know it can be done.
It’s been done before,
A leap of faith,
An expression of joy,
Life affirming, exhilarating,
Bonding and beautiful.
I take your hand in mine,
Come on…”
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