Mayne Island

Up on the gleaming rock face
where sunlight found a home,
we sat and gazed out on the rippling sea
and pondered how it all began.
We admired the swooping hawks
and the
green moss that put neon signs to shame.
Talked about arbutus trees peeling away their bark like
parchment, and
bugs that looked like wood chips.
It was all so
majestic, all so unique,
and we were part of it,
we were part of the Kingdom.