Sooty Shearwaters, Monterey Bay
I thought it had left me, but
it had only receded for a time--
Along the shore beads of moisture
cling to the snarled kelp
like mementos, little souls--
The Darkened Temple,
Univ. of Nebraska Press, 2008, page 1.
A task for my self: make a very short poem
linking nature and self with a strong place or image.