South Beach - gotofino.com
Through the grove
of ancient cedar
sings a melody
that calls to me,
as to a mermaid
from the depths
onto her rock,
above-ground
and looking all around
at the new world
she has found,
as to a mother wolf
called back and back again
to the river full of salmon
for her young,
as to the inner beacon
that leads, unerringly, a murrulet
from sea to forest,
home to its far-flung nest.
coastalbc.com
Grandfather Opa
waits patiently
through the decades,
as I have waited,
counting every ticking moment
between that vital time
through the quiet years of service
ever since.
On the wind,
is that him whispering:
"you have waited
long enough" ?
Clayoquot Sound~geog.uvic.ca
Salt-tears ride the wind,
formed of ocean-spray
and my longing.
How many tears must a heart cry
before it can
go home?
In the wind,
a familiar melody.
In the sky
streaked with sunset,
a beckoning.
Along the ocean's shore,
a promise:
you can go
Home again.
