I’m spending the weekend on the Oregon coast, and went on a long meandering drive/walk this afternoon, collecting lines and images like pebbles along my way…
a smoothing carpet of foam
wind roaring, rush, rush,
wind whispering, hush, hush
consistent inconsistence – ever changing – always remains –
if you look away for a second, you miss it all;
if you stay away decades, it’s still the same.
layers and folds
gentle rain, dripping from needles and leaves, a reminder on my hood:
trickling stream, tripping its way west –
crashing, soothing, pouring, waves
collecting, on + around + across, rocks, ridges, cracks.
life clings to death, green clings to grey, sea + stone + shrub
tumultuous tranquility
sister terns, brother gulls, they mourn those lost to us, those whose voices gather on the wind, creeping over the ridge to sit in the sand, to wait in the waves for someone to stop long enough to hear their song.
pounding peace
like calls to like, mist + wave + foam + drag + spray + crest + surge + crash:
a symphony of eternity
riotous rest
spray mingles with tears until I cannot tell which holds more salt, the sea or my hands
perhaps the greater 