Near Muir Woods
To begin with, the house was all bones
of redwood planks bucked from a local tree:
one that stood probably
by the edge of the meadow;
a chicken coop in its first use,
that sang the tune of the weather.
And the fog came in
and blew through the trees and the house.
And they lived there for many a good year
And raised two sons
And loved this land in the canyon off the sea near the creek.
And this is how it started.
And so it ends
coffee cups still on the kitchen shelves
and the door open now to deer and opossums and fox
to the kitchen salt-lick and a new family of mice.
And moved to a far further north seascape of islands near Canada..
So deep new roots went.
1.31.2019