By Susan Landgraf
Wind is a wanderer -- a crescent,
a sweep, horn, hawk. On the edge
of the Pacific -- Chinook, same
name as the tribe and the salmon
that ran so thick the people
could walk across the Columbia.
Cedars grow tall and upright,
weave their roots into a quilt, hold
the land in a flood so the people
can climb up to the Fourth World.
They speak the language of baskets
and boats. They talk with the river,
huckleberries, firs. And in the wind,
the cedars shiver. They bend.
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It rained pretty much all day Wednesday, so I had a pretty typical indoor day, chatting with my high school friends in shifts in the morning, eating lunch, then watching the first half of Spider-Man: No Way Home with Kristen before we put on our waterproof clothing and walked to the beach. There were lots of damp waterfowl and an eagle but almost no people.
We caught up on the Ghosts episode we missed and now we're watching more of the third season of All Creatures Great and Small (not enjoying the animal suffering in war flashbacks and people with suffering dogs). Here is the ferry side of the waterfront in Edmonds and the marsh, which I would like to see in the summer when more animals are around:
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