Being on the edge of the Pacific means there are wrecks, lots of them. Some are shipping hazardous, others draw divers who go deep to swim through the skeletal remains. And then there’s the ship than hung up on the rocks near Ucluelet (which means “people of the safe harbour” in the indigenous Nuu-chah-nulth language) …
AT UCLUELET
we seek the wreck among piled
rocks where foam flies high
our feet slip catch sharp black wet
splashed draped with rags
of weed bright lime-green
lift broken shells from crevices
daring I head closer to spume
to rage of ocean in eyes on skin
find timbers heaved over crags
to rot three-foot spikes
standing in rusted triumph
above the surge
Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.
Beautiful! Jenny.
So glad you liked the poem, Jenny. It’s a gorgeous place.
Ucluelet is our favorite camping spot, lovely poem!
So glad you liked the poem. Do you camp right on the beach? We were at a very good b&b.