Journey to the Boundary Waters

A cliff cuts in the night

Piercing forward fossilized spears of stone

That claw at the wind with gushing turbulence

Of the midnight ocean spray

Throughout the dim heavy shafts

Of flatten moonlight

That skimmer across the low milky beams

And roll with deep Spring essence

The night remains with metallic mist

High above my head

Cracked and unearthly

The towering walls zoom forward

Into the eftsoons of nature’s storyboard

Like wet rotten rope

Thick brownish-green vines

Stretched across the immortal stone face

My legs like old splintered dock post

Stood unmoving in the cool sand

My eyes fixed in their sockets

Blinked naked on the foggy shore

Here I stood erect after a fallen city

The foam of splashing waves

Gathering about me

Watching my soul

Suck in the white vapors of dawn

Hearing the moon ghost

Dancing dancing

On the far horizon