Running in Point Lobos by Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts
RUNNING IN POINT LOBOS
by Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts
Today I am the massive grey whale,
exploding great bursts of salt spray plumes, as I glide through rolling seas.
Yesterday I was the fork-antlered,
y-headed buck prancing on the needled floor of moss-drooped pine forests.
I shall be the wind.
My bare feet will never touch ground.