Surfing in Tofino

I slept next to a graveyard
Where a 30 year old mother died
Her daughter left a flattened wine bottle
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you. You rock."
Said the sparkly blue nailpolish on it.
I picked it up to read
And H freaked a little

On the ferry there,
I awoke in the carport
Peered out the window
To see the moon on the inky black waves
Lapping
We were moving fast.

Exploring Long Beach alone
I found a jelly disk
Large crabs
Large seaweed
Everything is bigger here
Except for the sand, which is finer

The mist swirls around love rock
As if flirting with the rip tide below
So wispy and misty and sunny at once
Its like a painting, said he
And I nod

I learned a lot about people in two days
Namely myself
Painful
Immobilizing fog
I can't acquiesce
I must actively choose

Things don't bother me as much
Or if they do, I get over them faster
A sign of maturity I hope

Westfalias, weed, long grass and sun
Sitting on the roof with a hard lemonade
Tomorrow, jobhunting and worrying about money
Today, dizzy, yet content