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 transformedinto cross-elemental beings.A fate they did not choose.Yet … Continue reading Poem: Rolling Logs