Catalina is so clear today
It's like a continent, brand new,
Unfolding unmasked stone for us
To ask of the unknown
In the deafening incomprehensible
That has a purpose
But no answers, despite
The brilliance on its waves.
And the cold truth won't
Tell
Despite the force of its expression,
Its white resolve,
Which we can ride out to the end
Of glistening sand
And enter in
What only numbs.
The children with their boards,
Still they walk the curls
As if with what the distance brings
Will come meaning.
They wander out blind
And come back draped
With tidal light
If not enlightened.
Then Poseidon sends his squalls,
A squadron of gulls
To flow above our heads,
As if to recall
When the ocean was alive
And our mind moved
Inside it, free of the absence
That makes the heart now long.
