by Dorothea Barth ©2009
In artful haven by the sea evolve
Those therapeutic secrets, healing’s lore
Alone, outside, no sadness seeks resolve
The gentle reborn dunes stretch far before;
Too late to bloom, but silver sagewort stand,
Botanical enablers’ binding glues,
Stalwart guards to tame the windblown sand,
As white-crowned sparrow greets uncommon goose;
Some yellow sand verbena I mistook
For old invading iceplant that once reigned,
Beleaguered dunes their native life forsook,
A healing turn, a habitat regained;
In redwood rooms communication thrives
In sculpted dunes the stillness now arrives.
Asilomar was published in the 2010 issue of Yale University's SAGE Magazine.