No place is alone

on that beach
walking nakedly across the sand,
walking stick in hand,
bathing in a stream,
removing the salt and sweat,
with the Sun in my eyes,
in the Clayoquot Sound.

walking with,
that stick with bells,
and a found Eagle feather,
feet to burning sand.
startled by dogs
lupin procession,
I watched, waiting to run!
They were three,
and white, watching me;
the Sun in their eyes.

Alone in this place,
no place is alone,
with dogs, sand and sea.