Dec. 18, 2019: "Obstruction Pass," by Mr. Ben

Light, like the lichen hanging down
From the cedar boughs,
Illuminates the moss-blanketed ground
Madrona trees cast shadows on the ground;
I feel them now.
We’re breathing salt here in this place we’ve found.
I see the sound.
I see the sound.
Oh, let time last
At Obstruction Pass.