I stood at the Hoh Head on the Washington coast and looked out on the lone, proud rock that stood hard against the sea
And the clouds moved like a membrane, how they swelled and became gauze across my eyes and it felt good, like a burial cloth
And I realized I was in a painting then looking out on the lone, proud rock, imagining myself there:
And the waves rolled in and began to accumulate, and the birds made W’s and M’s when they flapped their wings, and I made words in my head
And in the corner of the picture was a figure with his hands in his pockets looking across the sea, longing for it
To be nature’s guest for a night, to take in what we can, to fill our pockets full of rocks, and wear ourselves out
I took to the woods to disappear, to run until my feet disappeared into the ground and I lost all feeling
And it was not me on the path then but something more that managed to emerge
I walked out on the tide to follow it to the lone, proud rock, and thought I could be one with it if I just kept going, until my feet sank into the sand and swallowed me
We are like the waves too, crashing as if by accident into each other, racing to the shore, then receding
And it’s why we come back, to remember there’s more than ourselves and we can disappear,
To know we can’t take it with us and don’t need to, it’s always here.
Categories: poetry
beautiful!
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Thanks Alesia! Hope you’re enjoying this sun. Best, – Bill
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That was quite powerful, and I liked the picture very much.
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Thank you Elaine, glad you liked it! And nice to hear from you.
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Yes, nice to see you, too. I haven’t seen you for a while – thought you’d dropped off.
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I have been dropping off; work’s got the best of me, but I’m trying to get up from under it. I hope your summer is well Elaine! We spent a couple weeks in Germany in July and had a lovely time, with my mom. Take care. – Bill
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Tchuss!
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yes, it’s always there. – pretty words and pic –
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Thank you Beth! We love our time in the outdoors, good for the soul. Hope your summer is well. – Bill
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i agree, and thanks bill, it’s been a great one )
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“To be nature’s guest for the night” is wonderful. I feel you feeling good writing this/experiencing this.
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Feel you man–nice to hear your chime on my door!
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