The Lewis & Clark
Trail terminates at Seaside, Oregon, a tourist town, with hotels
fringing the beach the
carvings at Nämforsen are not located in the social space of everyday
existence but in a ceremonial and cosmological space characterized
by unexpected links, strange figures,
and complex undisplaced associations, the banging of construction blots out the sea's charming
goes swimming he comes out curly...
I sit on a driftwood log hatching
the eggs of carpenter ants, breathing dense saline air of an ocean once sailed, having
seen that over this horizon is loop of horizons.
Planted in sand,
a scrawny feather
dances to my touch.
past stores of saltwater taffee, confections, t-shirts, picture
postcards, a carousel, I cross an Italian-looking bridge arched
over a canal thinking of Odysseus, that bear of a man who, cast
upon a tumultuous sea—
to another life.