Spent this morning scuffing my feet
in gravel, in sand, in the crumbling clay of cliff corners,
sitting with my sister and my friend,
watching grey ocean hurl itself against the rocks
again and again.
Spent this morning turning my face
to the sun, having an affair with an ice cream,
burnt caramel and pumpkin earthliness.
And I was thinking, if I jumped - here -
and let my body go, I would have no control
over the sea, the rocks.
There are things, still, of which man cannot fathom.
Tomorrow morning I am off to Sierraville for Thanksgiving, to the cabin in the mountains with my family north of Tahoe. I am thankful for the beautiful, wonderful place I grew up in. Cheers!