The wind is cold on rock point
gulls cry out echoing aloneness
crows bark to protect their young fledges
as eagle rides the thermals.
It’s warmer in the cabin, easier
to drink tea within the comfort
than here where the air bites
and a grey chill presses down.
She’s found Herself
emerged from Her chrysalis;
I see Her moving upon the water
lifting with the gusts
that blow the rushing tide.
I will be known in this place
my life force dropping into bedrock
reaching out to the occasional seal
and rippling water stretching to the distance.
Long bronze grasses bend in the wind
sun breaks from a mass of clouds;
She is awake in Her subtle movement;
this is the moment I live for.