Thursday, September 14, 2006


Two stones
Standing in the sea
They watch each other as the tide flows out
They watch as the tide flows in
Ebb and flow
The boats, the birds, the fish
Flow east, then west
Water rises and falls on thier skirts of seaweed
Sometimes, when the fog closes in,
And they are all alone,
They dance
Swaying ebb
Swaying flow
Bowing, swaying, reaching out for each other
Neap and flood
They dance


Blogger jim said...

I like how you keep these rocks distinct and individual, even as they are caught up in the same forces. Very evocative!

7:13 PM  
Blogger butch said...


Great poem, sir. Reminds me of the sea stacks at Ruby Beach and over at La Push --two of the only spots where Washington's coastline becomes interesting. It has always pissed me off that from Tohollah to Neah Bay, along the most beautiful 80 miles of coastline, with sea stacks aplenty a feast for the eye, white folks and tourists can not go. It is all Indian reservation. Highway 101 is like a joke, running 20 miles inland and parallel to the coast, but not on the coast as in Oregon and California. There is a 2 mile section where the highway hits the sea, along Klahlock, before the big curve up to Forks. They say that at Lake Ozette, one can hike in 5 miles and see some lovely beach, but my disability prevents me from testing the myth. Don't know how many more of your poems are on the blog, but I think they should see the cyber light of day.

6:38 AM  

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