Trickster Ocean
On a recent hiking trip to Newfoundland, I wondered about the trickster on that island. Walking along the easternmost knife edge of the of the North American continent, in almost the precise middle of the trip, standing atop angular rock that fell fifty feet to the cove below, it became clear: it’s the ocean.
The Knot That Brought Me Here
Her words let me dream about a place in the intervening years. It got me to buy plane tickets and say yes and put my feet on a piece of earth I wouldn't have otherwise.
The Apogee
Perhaps we'll encounter them next year, or maybe a curious stranger will happen upon that orange rocket fallen in the crack between stone and earth and prickly desert bushes.