I can hear the waves, crashing below
Perched here, upon this cliffside
A roaring fire, soon to die out
The distant flames of the past echo out into the darkness
And me, here, with my paperback “Walden”
Emerson would be proud
Nothing but starry sky above, the ocean below
This traveler of life, alone, in solitude
A celebration of where it all began
—jl
(South Carlsbad State Beach, CA May 2014)