Poem: This Line

This line...where the dark blue mountains...
are nippled with white fire...
as they embrace the silver green water prairie...
This fringe...of magic and mystery...
the killer whale has skirted...
the bald eagle has guarded...
and the salmon has crossed...
since deep in the mists of time...
This place...so slowly worked...
by the wave and wind chisel...
This meeting space...
where Earth and Ocean...
strive eternally...to be one...
This crack...
through which mighty legends were born...
This slash...
cut by a cataclysm...
that still reverberates in the Pacific air...
This West Coast...
will be forevermore...
the border of...
my long sought homeland...
a rambler's...final earthly destination..........