How could the sand
\nbe so big?
\nThe wind so raw?
\nThe green blue leather of the grass
\nso tough?
\nEverything superlative!
\nSo hard,
\nso soft,
\nso expansive,
\nit makes me tall and short.<\/p>\n
I wheezed in the crypts of dunes,
\nthe fluff of foam,
\nthe granules of sand
\nshining like quartz,
\nthe waves like whales
\nwith white undersides
\ndissolving in smokeless dream.
\nThe solitude of the shore,
\nthe dim green of the forest
\nheld at bay,
\nlike a necklace of emerald,
\na blade of grass,
\nthin as a razor.<\/p>\n
Only the sky could make friends
\nwith this ocean,
\nfind a peer.
\nMyself,
\na dot of gray,
\nof human hope.
\nIt was my first meeting
\nwith the Pacific,
\nqueen of oceans,
\nof mermaid and dolphin.<\/p>\n
I could live there like the crab
\nand discarded shell,
\nlike a rock
\nsmoothed to glass
\nin the beating surf,
\nand find my soul,
\nthe ceiling of vastness
\nlooking down in a Sistine arc
\nbefore the threshold of infinity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How could the sand be so big? The wind so raw? The green blue leather of the grass so tough? Everything superlative! So hard, so…<\/p>\n