South Jetty, North
Mouth of the Columbia River. As if coughing, a shifting wind hides its face in the low
hill's meager grass. The only structures are an outhouse--the horror of its hole, vile
odors roofed in--and a lookout tower on which a spirit being appears as flesh, and unites
with a mortal woman, and their two seeds join--the sperm
of the male and the egg of the female. This was a union which God had forbidden--for good
reason. The offspring which resulted, were
not only proud, insolent, arrogant, and
self-centered--they were also extremely cunning in some
cases--and they were sometimes gigantic in stature!
They disrupted the entire ecology and
of life of the world before tourists
become far-seeing. Along the shore, rotting pilings support nothing
now: rusty spikes jut up from where a crown of leaves would be.
on a dark boulder's precarious angle, a field of stones carried
here by "men of renown," whose imagination matched their
size, I eat lunch watching a flock of gulls tilt over pearly Pacific
shallows, sandpipers patrolling the shore for what may float in.