September 8th, 2006

Egrets Reading

A Poet's Eye

Leaving Los Angeles at 5 pm en route to Santa Cruz, I reached Carpenteria State Beach at sunset. My poet’s eye insistently tugged me off the road and I took a little walk in the sand.

Are all poets cursed with sleep deprivation? To stop for a twenty minute walk in the sand only an hour and a half into a seven hour drive after work seems crazy, but…

Oh, the poems I plan to write!

I walk away
from my shadow
sunset reverie