waves tickle rocks
and claim supremacy
clouds cover peaks
to dictate this day
love blocks reason
as parting seasons
give way— to Asian anchors
I walked through this forest
congruently lost, I
had a compass calamity
New North was just a tree-fancied nest
disorienting, dark and closed
so I ascended the high, airy plateau
to sing my sun and sea
rays broke clouds magnificient
she listened to awareness in me
free, blue water determined
wave-wet rocks
tickled to be
the lapping lick
of her supremacy
anchors, away
away
away
troysherdahl 