Running in Point Lobos
Today I am the massive grey whale,
exploding great bursts of salt spray plumes,
as I glide through rolling seas.
Yesterday I was the fork-antlered,
y-headed buck prancing on the needled floor
of moss-drooped pine forests.
Tomorrow…tomorrow
I shall be the wind.
My bare feet will never touch ground.
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by Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts
from Point Lobos Foundation Website