north of coos bay, or. • 3 june 10am
When the ocean within us asserts itself
The ocean reaches for me across the dunes
to this little lake with its animal name
where I once pitched my tent
and stayed for five days.
I ran out of food but didn’t care.
I could not make myself leave
for the world built another way
as time unveiled the close star—
our sun— and the far stars—
Paint me here again, painter
so that I never forget
what it is to be this far