Saturday Poem

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.

I shall be the wind.
My bare feet will never touch ground.

by Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts
from Point Lobos Foundation Website