The blue arc of sky
is lost in a horizon
of mist.
Only the pounding sound
of waves,
drumming in my ears
and pressing
again and again
on my heartcage,
resuscitates
the deeper breath,
the willingness
to find my way.
JoRene Byers grew up on the ancestral land of the Clatsop (łät’cαp). Spending her childhood listening to the Pacific in Seaside, she heard stories of the coast and Neahkanie Mountain, the “place of the Creator.” She lives in the Oregon High Desert now, never forgetting the sound of the ocean.
