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Wind
. . . Of Gulf
storms I have no comprehension. Vancouver had a big one last
December, it blew in at 3:30 a.m.... I woke up and
thought: tsunami as I live 2 blocks from the Pacific. It blew in
wide, a swath of wave-sound. Four floors above me a gust smashed
in the balcony window and blew out the bedroom window of this
lady's flat, leaving glass on her as she lay in bed (not as she
was being laid in bed). She was o.k., but scared. My usual
cross-country running trails were blocked by dozens of fallen
trees, the work crews would not let me through. There was a
silent, still shock in the air, perhaps post-storm electricity
or maybe the vacuum-gape of human silent question, wonder and
humility bow-down before the force of nature.
Sam
we all climb
a different mountain—
sitting in the shade
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wind and waves
sculpt and shape the shore
tangled phone lines
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cross-country
trails—
fallen trees change
my daily run
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sun touches
even the lowest valley—
a lost penny found
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the cat stops
licking itself for a moment—
not even a birdsong
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discovered,
an unnamed flower—
the first light of dawn
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