Monday, November 16, 2009
I made an offer on a house
In the canyon, by Bixby Creek Bridge
A twenty mile view of the Big Sur coast
Burl counters, but it had no fridge.
Geologists said I’d be victim;
A fatality to West Coast erosion.
Twenty years later, the house still stands
Epicenter of the land cost explosion.
A million dollar equity now,
Would I ever have stopped to write?
It was the Whidbey Island night storms
That raised my pen up, towards the night.
I wished I had made other decisions,
Listen to me now and quote…
“If I had followed more of my dreams back then,
I wouldn’t have thought, what I wrote.”
I made on offer in the Big Sur Trust,
Protected views, no future could spoil it.
It was a most incredible house of glass,
Serene solitude, yet with no toilet.