At the edge of the cliff is an ocean that calls
in a voice made of rocks and pebbles,
pelicans and gulls,
The trees there lean over to see how the edge of the world might be...
but the sea does not tell, she only hisses through the rocks...
still the trees stand guard gazing out to the horizon, overlooking the kelp beds,
and calling the sea otters to tell them the secret of the edge of the earth...
The otters laugh, because they've never been and are too busy playing in the current.
1 comment:
Gorgeous writing - amazing place! Mom
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