Cabo Pulmo
I knew that lovely head of yours
was churning poems
Between the sun's fall
and its rise again
And that they'd be of
water, sun, rocks
But, you should know
my each morning's quest:
To reach your nest
before the sun
To hear your voice
with the morning birds
To see your smile
with the new light of day
To revel in your
pajama'ed legs
And to gently pull and push
over cakes and coffee
Such things churn
the poems in my head
Ocean Magazine, Issue 12, 2006
Cabo Pulmo is the first place I landed in southern Baja, nearly 2 decades ago. Camped on her beach by a fire, I fell in love with her and began a tradition of writing about special places along the peninsula as if they were friends or lovers.
(about the poems)