As I Looked Across The Bay

As I looked across at

A most beautiful body,

Nothing about it

Declared it was ever shoddy.

Various shades of green

To the eyes a rich bounty,

A most hypnotizing scene

One of the best in Marin County.

Lines eagerly suggesting

An enticing body of age,

Graced by gentle curves

Not wrinkles from rage.

Lines so suggestive

As those of breasts and hips,

Begging me to explore

And put a smile on my lips.

The rises and falls

The dimples and rounds,

Such a joy to the senses

As my mind danced to the sounds.

Then in a snap

My imagination shut down,

I laughingly remembered

It was only bushes, trees and ground.

But at the end of the ride

The awe of it remains,

The art of Mother Nature

Has a firm grip on the reins.

This stretch of land

Known well as Pt. Reyes,

Still strongly resists

Man and the passing days.

So grateful am I for

An idea began from a start,

To those many wise people

Who fought to make it a National Park.

To those who follow

To venture onto this soil,

Enjoy this land and all it gives

But remember not to spoil.

As this day ends

Scattered clouds in the sky,

My soul peeks out not

Knowing if to sigh or cry.

Calls of distant birds

Gentle caresses of light breeze,

Warmth of the setting sun

This moment my spirit must seize.

I must embrace what is here

And wear it like a glove,

Fighting to put a hold

On my quest for a new love.

Pt. Reyes National Seashore Park

Gary R. Cramer

December 22, 2012

Sea Mist