we walked as far west as we could
and
found our spot
and
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
incapable
of feeding myself in the wild
i’ll die learning.
