God Spot

*This is an old poem, but the sun has come out today after 19 days of rain, a brief respite before the next storm, but enough to remind me that it is a priviledge to live where I do.


Shoulders hunched, it leans,
riparian limbs reaching to the sea.

This shore I love,
tautly stretched sweep
of rock and heaven top,
aquamarine and evergreen.

Geese squadron low and bank,
announcing imminent arrival,
seeking asylum from the wind
rising in the south.

Despite the falling sky,
I can only be lifted.

I hunger like waves
licking the edge of shore,
to consume

until this land and I
are all and only
here.