Headland

I climb pinnacles that stretch, remnants of the red earth, to force back the hand of water.

I rest and look out on the sea. Below, just off shore, I see the smoking backs of four whales as they intertwine and roll, skin to skin on the surface of the water, gleaming and linked, like heavy steel chain pouring through crystal blue fingers.

My heart stops when tail flukes raise tall against the sky and water like tons of diamonds slips from scalloped edge, falls like priceless diamonds, to be locked in the sea.