VII. Sunset cliffs
(excerpt)
Seabirds sit atop
crumbling cliffs land bridges
to upper-platform-water-bridging-under
there are waves we ride into our coasts
juncture points just beneath our skin
ocean widens out to out-of-sight
sight becomes a method in
ocean finds a way to each part of
our heart ocean finds
the shore and starts out again
racing sun to horizon
seabirds sit atop their cliffs
waiting for mother waiting
for mother waiting for mother
(from San Diego poem series)
