William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Three Poems from the Oregon Coast

The cool, moist airflow off the ocean this July is bringing the seagulls inland. With such a fine current at their disposal, I imagine the sixty-mile journey here is but a two- or three-hour ride. It’s good to hear their cries. And their arrival makes me wonder about the summer ahead. Will it be milder than the past several, which have been marked by excessive heat and numerous forest fires? I know this: it will take some powerful winds out of the northeast to carry the seagulls back again. And if they go, the old straw hat will be in daily use once again.

July 18, 2019

 
Cape Perpetua

Looking down on birds with outstretched wings,

I realize
some
things

can
only be
understood

                                                  in flight.

 

 

Visiting the Ancient Spruce

Yes, my friend. I understand.
We can talk some other time.

 

 

Whale Bone

Whale bone
is not what you
think it is.

It’s what you
remember later,
at the ocean’s
edge.

Songs and Letters, August 7, 2007

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