Monday, July 9, 2018

Up the Coast (Day 537)

for the most part
we hugged 
the scalloped shoreline
tenderly   slowly
winding our way 
up the coast 

at low tide
the lurid scent of 
seaweed was tempered 
by a withering 
sand-sharpened wind  

and sounds and sights 
were muffled 
and obscured
by richly draped fog 
and the folded incline
of golden hills 

so that sometimes it was 
hard to tell 
the bark 
of a disgruntled sea lion 
from that 
of an excitable dog 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Abhinaba Basu (CC-BY-2.0)