George Lober

Tor Headland

May you, in the gray course
of a rain swept day
find yourself in the late light
of afternoon on this headland
after the rain has stopped
and the clouds have settled
lover the forested rim of this bay,
when the ocean, stretching flat
into the horizon, catches the last light
like silver and holds it within the ripple
of each small wave,
and may you then,
standing beneath the stonewall
of a stone house come to the calm realization
why any man, even on a dark day,
would prefer to wrap the sky of this peninsula
around him and lull within the sweet scent
of eucalyptus, the fragility of mock heather,
noting the wave’s hushed song, the resistance
of rocks, and the rush of a hawk’s soul
passing on the wind’s wet wing.

Quarry West, 2002

George Lober

Books by George Lober