Chaparral Wisdom
To celebrate the magic and beauty of Nature & the chaparral
Joy, Despite the Hydra’s Stare
The boundary ahead,
in age,
unknown.
Regret, tomorrow,
its poisoned breath,
monsters of the abyss,
and pieces of eight,
unformed yet,
from the wreckage
of days ahead.
But, this morning,
this sand,
this wave,
the wind,
the scratchy, wet leg of Levi’s and sand against his skin:
nothing else.
“You’re out too far!”
a mother’s and sister’s laughing pleas,
drowned by the sea.
Just him,
the boy,
the cold, salty air,
the joy.
Just the joy.
“unformed yet, from the wreckage of days ahead” Such a perfect description of what is going on! Thank you for the reminder and opportunity to stop and smell the native roses (sages).
Rick, this is so very complete……Hydra not seen, the sand and water reflection of the young man along with the unseen boundary of the Horizion…..always felt …out there but not really seen…maybe more imaginary and self imposed than real…whatever “REAL” is ….maybe just as imaginary as the part of our nature that is also the “Hydra”
Such a moving poem .. freedom!! ❤️
Thanks Rick-calming and makes me think of my youth!
❤️
Aaahhh…thanks
Hmmmmm …This morning, this sand, wave, wind …. And what a stunning photo !! Love those places where a boundary looks unknown— out too far.
I love the poem and the thoughts it brings. Truly. As a stickler for place, and a hobbyist in photographic geography, I have to say that I do not immediately recognize the rocky point, the sand type, and the profile of the land form on the horizon, so I’m going to have to guess Montaña de Oro, though it seems Pt. Estero (on the horizon) should not stretch quite so far out to sea.
That’s the every edge of Morro Rock on the left. The boy is you, me 🙂
So appropriate for us,Rick. We’re at the beach right now. The great cleansing!