cooler breezes
and
frigid waters
deterred most from crossing
my path
but the sun was
out
as strong as it could be
relish it i did
pebbles and boulders
perfectly placed from
the sweeping current
gave space for each step
to the east
enormous bluffs riddled
with climbing holds
and vines
rounded caves carved from water
set as enticing shelter
if i could only bare the winter
night such way
maybe there are more opportunities
that direction
but freeway bustle is as a deep moat
of which i wish not to forge