In the silence
I begin to hear the wind
I render the wind silent
And begin to hear the sand
Rustling across the dunes
Silence the sand
To hear the dune
Which sings the song
Of desert’s true nature
Shadowed by
A dark’ning sky
Drawn to light
Far out to sea
Held at bay
By wave and tide
Hold my hand
We’ll venture out
Explore the beach
And detritus
Left behind
By seas withdrawn
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
Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
Cuts through the gloom
Lights up the night
Love’s the call
Which sets me right
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
And yet…
Above the boughs
Perched on rocky cliff
Perturbed sea
Sullen clouds
Mountains from sea through sky
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city
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