An ancient sea
And here I was in the hills
My mind flying free with the waves
A ranch, just over there,
Some of its horses charged through
Over and up hills and neighing at the tide
A small house, my rental,
A place at the edge of the world.
Tucked between mountains and desert and sea
People flocked and webbed on the strand
But my house stood as lonely as a sigh.
I knew my aunt was inside, and my mother
Then suddenly a mass of planes
One from every era it seemed
Charged overhead and one dropped,
Almost dreamlike, because it was,
Just past the border of the backyard
I yelled for my phone then grabbed it myself,
Wary about charging toward the site
But needing to know all was ok.
A man, groaning inside,
Two collies, and a tiger, a tiger?
“I knew you were going to wonder about that.”
He said as I was calling it in.
I wanted to go to the strand, to the horses,
But now here I remained for awhile.
The plane did not alight, as I feared.
But I’d have to stay awhile,
The ancient sea roaring a beckon
In my ears.