Camas Blue
Eight seals fish off the point as sun breaks through low clouds on spring camas blue brightening the old stone with her delicate color sending
April 24, 2010
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Eight seals fish off the point as sun breaks through low clouds on spring camas blue brightening the old stone with her delicate color sending
Two birds float in the channel as wind lifts the water like corduroy, behind his old weathered face the bay stretches to distant islands across
Walking along the sidewalk I bump into a drooping branch, the flower laden plum tree filling the air with a song of soft color; stopped
Healing comes in strange ways, the bundle of family and friends, the stranger whose eyes we only met needing a ceremony of rest and release
The sky closes and gray water churns the mountains and nearby islands just outline without definition; everything is as it’s always been except the fish
I look to the trees for faith wondering if their season will flower if the opening I desire will lift what lies beneath the pavement
Coming and going like sea tides we move from city to island and back to flowering trees awakening so slowly this year as if blossoms