Here life conforms
To wind and sea
Which cleaves the stone
With crushing wave
The iciest cold
The rockiest coastline
The hottest desert
And when I say life
Of course I mean
Homo sapiens
Lavender sun
Cobalt clouds
Canary sky
I love
That I get to bring
Such visions to life
Though I flinch
In a fusillade
Of wind and rain
I stay on deck
Deep breath
Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Gnarled and frozen
In time
The crest which took
A million years
To break
Whether just a patch of green
Or misshapen spindly tree
Harassed by wind’s
Ferocity
Life grows
It plunders
Empty place
Fills it with
Such beauty
Grace
Sheltered from
The wind
A little
Below the cloud
Upon the land
This restful haven
Once pollution
Once wildfire
Once winter storms
Twice undesired
Once intended
Often spectacular
Demanding
A different
Perspective
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