Pacifica
Gillian Cornwall, c. August 2015
Rising from the Salish Sea
Heir apparent to her island throne
Kelp and sand dollars adorn her
She knows no ways but those of nature born
No pretense
No sense of hate
No desire to subjugate
Her only need, to be
To inhale and exhale deeply
Sufficient space to breathe
To allow herself to leave
To fall and rise again
Not a fish to be lured to net
Nor a wildcat morphed to pet
She wove fibres from the land
In colours of the sea
And the spectrum of life
Wrapped 'round wrists
Of those she loves
Do not cast a shadow on her
She may fly
And return at will.
-Gillian Cornwall, c. August 23, 2015
Mount Baker from Willows Beach
Gillian Cornwall, c. July 2015
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