Another poem inspired by nature observations on my recent visit to Salt Spring Island

Three logs,
having rolled off a ship,
into the Salish Sea,
find themselves side by side.
Being rolled by gray waves now,
with incessant tides,
crashing against each other,
hugging against each other.
Worn smooth,
separated from their identifying branches.
Alone, together.
Becoming gradually transformed
into cross-elemental beings.
A fate they did not choose.
Yet allow themselves to rest in now, being swayed between land and sea.