There is always the shoreline here
Here at the edge of somewhere
Where it’s big enough to forget the disconnect
Before long you catch a glimpse of distant ocean
Across meadows or mountainsides
Or find yourself skirting beaches
Tracking cliff-edged margins through mists and moonbeams
What you don’t find is a bridge or peninsula
This separation is complete
No crumbled adjunct of mainland mountains
Our stoneboat drifts northward past the Salish Sea
On a separate journey from its hulking neighbor
Whenever you come or go from this place
Here at the edge of somewhere
There’s an intermission from immediacy
Transition time
Magic time
When you are carried on wind or wave
To the other side of normalcy
For a moment unsure
Unsure of the polarity of normal
Adrift between two shores
David Trudel © 2013
