19 August 2015


we walked as far west as we could
found our spot
sat down and waited for the world to shake

money had chased us out here
clogged the reservoirs
smothered the air
littered the highways
nipping and clawing at our heals

but the land would have the last say
and we knew this
so we chose a patch of turf
that we pretended was anchored to a stable crust

momentarily, we watched the wild surf to the north

to the south
the water was calm and glassy
we were sheltered from the icey east winds
that blew us here
we only had to descend a little way to find sanctuary

i'd rather starve here
of feeding myself in the wild

i’ll die learning.