The day after we returned from Connecticut after my mother's death, I
knew I needed to go to Pierce Point, the piece of land that juts out on
the Pacific Plate, offering unbelievable views of the ocean and Tomales
Bay at the same time. Imagine walking between the ocean and the bay on
the most beautiful, exquisite land. That's Pierce Point. I love it. The
Tule Elk live there. I knew that was where my mother would be as she
translated from this life to another.
Tomales Bay divides two tectonic plates, the American and the Pacific.
The San Andreas fault line runs down the middle of Tomales Bay. One day
Los Angeles will be next to San Francisco as it creeps a few inches
north each year. Now, that will be something to see!
I went to Pierce Point four times after her death, once a week for a
month, once with Jeff, once with Joyce, once with Ellen, and once
This poem came from one of those times. It makes sense to me. I hope
there is something here for you.
cross to this land mass
the other side
feel her here with the Tule Elk
Tomales Bay - ocean waves -
death a gentle quake-
sang as she died
I a fawn
heart of a flute,
played by the wind,
grief, a shoe in which I step
Winkin’, Blinkin’ and Nod,
weep, sleep - the tale is old
in our wake