Dayn Schulman

Authentic Elements

the sage green of the autumnal California hills
matches the color of its corresponding sea,
and the crackle brown of no-name latitudinal grasses
inter-mix to set an epic backdrop.

if everything else was as predictable
as the magic of the west coast
there'd be no confusion,
no embarrasment, nor hassles.

if only I'd stayed in better touch
with these authentic elements,
as they'd asked me to do,
I would not need to write this poem.

because their caring, their deep affection
for my well being I underestimated,
and instead banked on the
understanding of people, a mistake.

the chill of the 5am shoreline Pacific,
the slippery slip of the anenomae,
the kelp bulbs that scare me,
the sinking high tide sand, endearing
please take me back into your care, as
I was naive to leave you.

 

 

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