Consider the ocean, the graceful flow of its give
and take. The sheer force of its forward motion, exploding
against whatever lies ahead, and the humility of its almost
Consider the jagged rocks enduring the tides, mutable
but not movable, allowing themselves to be shaped
by external forces. And still, resolved
Consider the sea lions, oblivious to anything other than their most
basic needs. Struggling against their own weight. But huddled
Consider the driftwood, whittled by the surf’s furious churning. Stripped, scarred,
and made beautiful by its surrender. And the fragments of shells, polished
and glistening like shiny pieces of trash that magpies steal
to decorate their nests.
Consider the deep silence of human footsteps on the soft paths
of redwood forest floors. The stillness of skylit mornings
and fireside nights. The nearly seamless blending of the built
with the natural.
Consider Mars, a glowing red dot, distant but prominent, not unlike
the fiery end of the cigarette you smoke on the deck while you contemplate
all the moments that led to this one, and whether future ones will measure up.
Before you stand on that ledge, above the swirling foam and errant logs
trapped and turning, and decide — despite everything —