Sneaker Waves and Ghost Trees

 

 

It seems the ocean has washed away my words.  

Caught by a sneaker wave.

Still and silent,

I have spent early mornings

watching the abalone divers.

Rubbery and squeaky in their black suits

as they measure their catch

pried from

their ocean rock home.

Harbor seals appear as if ghosts

 in the summer fog

reminding me

to dip my hands in tide pools,

chase hermit crabs and sculpins

and softly rub the backs

of starfishes.

 

 Ghost Tree

clay has called me back

so much has happened in my little studio

in between the ocean 

and

the golden foothills

fauna and flora

abound

just wait 

and 

see!