I walked along a kelp-strewn beach on a\nsunny Sunday morning. Green ocean on my left. A slack creek on my\nright. Geese flew overhead. Geese honking in the distance. Geese\ntracks everywhere. They appeared as almost a primitive written\nlanguage. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An old man walked nearby with a big\nbrown dog. Jesus I want a dog!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My energy level for living felt off the\ncharts. I decided to channel it, although sometimes I think it’s\nbetter when I don’t and just let the marvel burn deep until it dies\nout. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I built a fort and hung some kelp\nacross the entrance, and it swung in the breeze as a kind of\npendulum. Poe would have dug it. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I built another fort, and pointed a 20\nfoot-spar to the sky. The design reminded me of a cathedral, a\ncathedral for one, a cathedral for the Sea God. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I built another fort, smaller, more\nenclosed, with a bench in front for the weary beachcomber. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An idea for a fort book came to mind. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat down, ate a meager breakfast,\ndrank water, and thought about the book. I was seeing the layout, the\ncover, the typography. I was thinking in haiku. I want to live as\nhaiku. I want to love in haiku. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three forts enough<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n but of course, never enough.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Build one tomorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I left the beach at 8:32 AM and headed\nfor home. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I walked along a kelp-strewn beach on a sunny Sunday morning. Green ocean on my left. A slack creek on my right. Geese flew overhead. Geese honking in the distance. Geese tracks everywhere. They appeared as almost a primitive written language. An old man walked nearby with a big brown dog. Jesus I want a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5548,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,5,32,42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5547","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-driftwood-forts","category-meditations","category-oregon-beaches","category-poetry","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5547","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5547"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5547\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5550,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5547\/revisions\/5550"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5548"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5547"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5547"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5547"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}