down at the estuary the riverhas breached her bankpushed the crashing shorein a tumult of dark waterand waves.spawning fish waiton the turning tide. down at the estuarybetween the treeswater flows thick and darkswirling whirlpools and eddiesalong the rocks,scraping sand and old storiesfrom deep poolsto the sea to the sea. down at the estuaryhouses have been…
in the soft haze of summer we drove that evening road of lake and dune and ocean – mountains banking purple and infinite to a fading sky, as if the world had not risen to meet us in this perfect now, as if the roosting birds in flight did not touch wing tips to still…