Salt Green Writes

Salt Green

The wind 
Comes in waves
As the red tailed hawk
Rises and dips
The black western carpenter bee 
Floats and flirts
The canyon edge 
And you and I
Sit in distance 

Then a stronger wind
Crashes our rocky shore
Washes us all
Clean and away 
The loose rock too
To a new home
One we’ve never dreamt
Never have we seen
Yet, have always lived