Random verses
written on a beach south of Tofino
at the end of a 30-day camping trip:

i watch you sit
watching waves
churning
crashing
spray cold on our skin

we build castles
from mud and sand
towering
edifices
topped with seashells

the tide creeps in
toppling our work
erasing
eroding
all traces of us

the pacific waters
laps against my feet
splashed
scoured
i am driftwood lost

you already are
warm back in the car
waiting
planning
our next destination

i watch the sunset
you honk the horn
‘fuck you’
i mutter
knowing that you made it clear

there is no hope in hell.