a poem inspired by the photo...
beach at White's Point, San Pedro, California
--after Betsy Lohrer Hall
--after Betsy Lohrer Hall
Are they sea lions or stones
lichen and salt crusted, half buried
in sands and wet whatever
their nature laying there a new archipelago
eternally sniffing some anchored things
on the floating sea
edge
exposed and poised
they have nothing to do
with the roaring waves ahead
or wrestle of wind and clouds above
exile isolation lonely stars
what matters to them sound
loyal to light and dark
they perpetually
tune in to sea-song and moon-move
mottled and peaceful
they lay a new archipelago
can they assume another form and
take flight before a blinking eye
--vagabonds and travelers
of tides and time
~ by Yajie, January 2015
lichen and salt crusted, half buried
in sands and wet whatever
their nature laying there a new archipelago
eternally sniffing some anchored things
on the floating sea
edge
exposed and poised
they have nothing to do
with the roaring waves ahead
or wrestle of wind and clouds above
exile isolation lonely stars
what matters to them sound
loyal to light and dark
they perpetually
tune in to sea-song and moon-move
mottled and peaceful
they lay a new archipelago
can they assume another form and
take flight before a blinking eye
--vagabonds and travelers
of tides and time
~ by Yajie, January 2015
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