Trump haiku #16

I’m gonna take a

sharpie and cross your name off

of the last four years

Green Point

these cliffs are a story

beyond beauty

layers of shale and limestone

buckle and belt around these shoreline curves

time unfurling like a ribbon in wind

parallel harmony leading back

four hundred and eighty-five million years

to a point between epochs

look

can’t you see it?

strange and wonderful mystery

of this green/blue home

hurtling through space

Tablelands

nothing grows here on these poisonous rocks

buckled up from earth’s mantle

so long ago

inexorably slow movement of tectonic shift

part of this chaotic plan for life

on earth

except

here

these flat hills

so repellant and telling

sunrise at Cape Spear

we’re on the tip

jutting out

eastern edge of

continent with

orange glow of dawn on horizon

while whales play the surface of

Atlantic

                           peek

await the first                of sun a new day

July nineteen 2019 crashes new world

wave upon wave of wonder

so many days

so many dawns

each one a new miracle of

revolution

along the trail at 35 years

there’s a cascade behind us

white-water roaring ears 

and we stand on wooden platform looking out

faces red             salty

but smiling hope

the trail getting here a mix

of up and down

dry and muddy

sunny and shaded

and we stopped to marvel the flowers

irises and roses and pitchers and lupins

but we arrived and stand here

and pose for this picture

love and friendship intact