narrative poem

Point Lobos


Do you remember how we watched
as the rogue wave swept the rock
the great rush of retreating water
chaos in its wake and yet -

Barnacles held fast - crabs scuttled
star fish emerged in the tidal pool
great coils of giant kelp
writhed like Medusa’s locks

Sodden we held each other close
charged by the seething savagery
of spewing brine and roiling tide
ecstatic at the beauty of it all

The noontide warmth of Gibson’s Beach
the shaded path of Cypress Point
abandoning sense we defied the cold
and took the plunge at China cove.