Flying the California Coast

Flying the California Coast My California coastline A song of endlessly repeating peaks Singing verses of silence Whispering unknown refrains Mossy sand and stone Thinly veiled and misted Striated curves Etched in stony hardness The brain's soft folds Hide truths unknown Organic, orgasmic, orchestral A geology of the heavens Roads who wander through villages Plopped within nature's stomach Mushroom-like fungi pushing through Like octopuses They tangle and detangle Criss-cross and mingle Crystalline shards of water Break upon the plate’s edges Fields of blue finger the horizon Interwoven with green and aqua lily pads Singing the universe's eternal chorus Endlessly the same yet always different As if the granite domes that fracture the skies Might scatter into grains of sand Proving again the alchemy of God's creation