Touching mountain sites and lakefronts, scarred landscape too,
safe inside a train today, I wonder myself peculiar,
till the forest glen takes my gaze.
I take a relaxing pill and remove the glare to feel.
How can I imagine marketplace and sailors on tankers
and porters on trains who know where they’re going.
Where are the mountaintops behind that cityscape of glass
and beaches and waves and rocks that listen.
I have forgotten what to think when I gaze down the ocean,
the lip and swallow of white-cap on water top, gleaming.
Then two follows one wave and four follows three and
I remember why they family up, shells on rock.
How gulls diving are gulls fishing and not a pretence.
With wings flapping, herons cross over and seals bob and dip
and I see how much, how long, how vast, how strong,
so grateful I am for a glimpse of my way home.
my writing: my pic - 2005
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