A cellophane light crinkles
the water's horizon. At the cove,
I climb upward over boulders: gulls flock
bright sand below me,
wind clustering their cries.
Chokecherry, greenbrier, and cypress aroma
layer shadows: madrona and black oak,
a high, wind-gnarled screen
of cypress and pine,
gray moss dripping silence
hung from the green.