Mitsubishi humming on the star highway,
blue spread of ocean on the left,
blue ocean kicking against the cliffs,
my old address flashes by, I point and say
that's where I lived,
where a great owl lived in the water tower
and the sounds of the beach
were always drumming,
and then it's gone, we're on another hill,
and another vista rises, and we gasp again
at the drama of it all,
this is where the swans nested on
their autumn migration,
and over there is where I watched
a grey whale battle a pod of killer whales,
she was guarding her calf,
the black and white wolves won,
what can I say? this is the sea....
In those far days I was no different
than the others of the sand, grass and surf,
I was just as brutal and just as kind,
and now I'm passing through,
passing on the stories
with each curve breaking,
with every milestone of Highway One.
