Something has brought me back
to the vague glimmer of clarity
the lifting of Pacific fog with the
morning sun, revealing outstretched
eucalyptus limbs and fresh smell of
pungent myrtle gum from their green
leaves and shedding bark, curtain of
the distant blue, vast and imposing
horizon ever drawing me on, opening
ever widening sensorial space to
abandon the solidness of land, its cities
labyrinthine internalized machinery
grinding nerves, clogging circulation
clotting in black outs, boredom intense
defying the soaring pelicans, skimming
ever scarcer anchovy driven swirling
by predators, into ever shallower shore.
My sight is fixed on the open marine
the tilt of the halogenous winds against
my face, lifting my hair, nostrils flaring
to breath deeply, expanding my lungs
to take another rebellious leap forward.
- Jan G. Otterstrom F.
March 21, 2009