Tag: travel

Tranquility Bay

Tranquility Bay, here.
The Eagle has landed.

Propellers churn the ocean green
Stern will soon be bow
When the shrill ship’s whistle sounds
The journey will begin

A journey starts not with packed bags
Walking out the door
But once you are well underway
And begin to settle in

Sometimes I forget I’m alive
Until I inadvertently connect
With the subtle energy
Which sustains my being

Layer upon layer
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey

Southbound 87
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl

The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick

Dunes shifting below
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated

In the morning
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau

From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands

To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be

I like the ocean best

A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore

The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow

How does the physics do that?

Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays