On Bodega head
you meet the winds
—where they arrive
at the end of their
oceanic
migration—you
find yourself pressed
as a kind of
middleman—a
negotiator—
for their rushing
desires, you
are pulled this way, pushed
that way over
the crevasse of
sea. There is nothing
you can really
do but to let
the winds quarrel—they
will smooth their own
differences—
and see through them.

MB 7/15/2021

On Bodega head
you meet the winds