Lodi 2

Standing on the point

In the middle of the night

Stars glistening

In a cloudless sky

Faint smell of seaweed

Rising from the debris at my feet

Chunks of driftwood here and there

The pressure dropping as a storm

Rumbles in from the southeast,

Over the mountains, settling

Into her glacial greatness

Booming and blowing

A proclamation of power

High winds through the night

Being alone in the midst of her might

Sipping wine from Wagner's vine;

Heaven, above.