to say to you, finally



to say to you, finally

I stood on the cliff face

watching seals and otters

invite me to play

in the open of the western ocean

whom I have not joined yet

this season.

I sang love songs to the sky


and that god there

but did not

strip naked

on the warm rock

with tide-swept barnacles

until I said

all I have is yours

all I have is yours.

then I was free to remove every

piece of art

I adorn myself with

and lay them out

to witness

gleaming winter-skin

leap upward

muscle to sun

arms full

of good air

of this earth

we all get.

I couldn’t carry any more—the air

and fell

into an ocean

that I learned last year

shivers me to life.


this is just a fancy way to say

to you


I have returned

to the water.

04/07/22 East Sooke Park, British Columbia