07 March 2008

[This too is an ocean just discovered: the thrashing beyond the clearing, the tides of wind through oaks, a hollow wail all night.

I awake to the hollowness: this could be a river rising, this could be reservoir's flood, this could be the ocean coming--except there is no water, not even rain, only gales and dried boughs scraping against a black sky.]

4 comments:

Hope said...

the picture simply completes this.

Cara said...

wow! your version is much more poetic, however!

jamie said...

beautiful

Pauline said...

love