TRAIN BRIDGE PASTORAL 🚂🌉🌊🦤🌬️
Saltbox sea stains streak down each piece of each day's sky the way herons appear to elongate when they leap to fly holding water close, over waves, ripples, and shallows soaring coyly across salty seafoam sighs, sweeping shadows in flight between stirred canal and stained sky— wind turbines behind the treelines across the way— transmission lines sending power from station to vibration the way vacation energizes right here, sun smiles, in front of us— and inside of us there's a water tower, electric towers, a bridge towering, wind towers whereas on this side there are different kinds of pollution-free powers there are seaweeds and grasses, eating and laughing with jumping mola molas, jumping joys, spinning memories and poi at it soaring osprey and small sparrows spraying operas of birdsong into windows like balcony seating to earth’s spoken words sung ringing train bridge bells beckoning crossings via vertical lift it’s the direct view of humanity and nature colliding that’s the gift colluding to enjoy the canal, like the elderly man walking with the oxygen tank breathing-in the sights, people in flight as in life— forming on the sandbank currents of light coalesce over currents of wind that seem to speak but it's all very light and airy— cherub bay breezes brush your cheek happy as sun-fried clams— and as hot as clam chowder leaning into the waves, the kind waves, the ocean waves, cape cod canal culture.
— Adam Powers