Sunday, April 13, 2008

Return to Mendocino

You are in my veins again --

Ebb and flow of
steel cold blue.
Desert green on a 
dark gray cliff,
Creeping hiss of
white lace foam.

Cliff face chills
my resting bones.
My pulse makes time
with pounding tide,
Pores absorbing
salty spray,

Familiar drug --
home.

1 comment:

Elena Margo Gould said...

No one will probably catch it, but this is not a photo of Mendo. It is actually the beach at Strawberry Hill in Oregon. It is the closest likeness to the Mendo coast that I have on my computer at the moment...