Big, Lost Symmetry

By: Andrew Thomas

Two coasts mystic feel

Rugged few dwellings in place 

Allows presence there

Coasts lie at the end 

Of western world millions live

Here there are no ones

Mudslides silent emerge

Fires appear and can spread 

Some go to vanish

Hikers off to coast

In a place where they get lost

Find realization

Quiet solitude 

Silence epic proportion 

Catch doesn’t matter

Grande south hidden

In eternal grey through fog 

Light shows unannounced 

Sand is different 

Every beach every color

Rarely the wide open

Tents provide shelter

For a temporary glimpse

A new home for you 

And the ancient trees

At the start and finish here

Provides peaceful minds