When the tide is out, one can see the barnacled stumps of an ancient ghost forest on the beach at Neskowin, one of several along the Oregon coast. Seen through the mist, the trees look like spirits — part wood, part rock, part man. They are Sitka spruce, and carbon dating has revealed their age to be around two thousand years.
Our feet bare, we walked the beach for about an hour and a half. Being part wood, part rock, part man, we have no idea of the distance. Dogs, gulls, children — suffice it to say, most of our prints were erased almost soon as we made them.
Finely ground shells — sand and foam — here forever, but not very long.
August 11, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces