visions of an Alaskan coastline,
the low tide, and treasures from the sea.
across the bay nestled in the woods
a tent covered with afternoon mist.
further into the east arm
we paddle along the coast.
moonlit visions above the treeline as the fog has lifted,
the sound reflects the coastal mountains and tidewater glaciers.
ebb and flow –
energy and wind consume random thoughts,
bringing you back home to this place.
removed from who you thought you were,
replaced with who you should be, who you will become.
