a friend's cabin in Tofino
It has always called to her,
towering trees, lashing wind and rain
against a cabin wall,
rioting waves with white-plumed manes
galloping in to shore,
as the moods of the weather shift and turn
against a backdrop of ever-changing sky.
All her life, she has lived
this parallel existence in her mind:
a rough-hewn cabin with no other
man-made structure within a hundred miles.
The whole time she has driven along
grey city streets,
lived side by side in little box houses,
in her soul she has been a wilderness woman,
in love with the land.
All these years
in her heart,
it is a love song to the wild
she has been singing.
for Gabriella's prompt at dVerse: the call