Another Walk Alone Along the Ocean Path in Santa Cruz

I again took the long, long way home
Along the ocean in Santa Cruz.
It was a different time, a different sky
And a different experience.
No moon, no shadows
Or rather one big single shadow
Over everything.
Looking down the cliff face
The overwhelming impression
Of the ocean was
That it was liquid.
Don't laugh,
In the light
The overwhelming impression
Of the Pacific
Is its vast, vast flatness.
At one place on the cliff face
There was a clutch of calla lilies
Fairly flaunting their elegance,
The only pure white things except
The whitecaps.
The whitecaps were rolling in
And spreading wider as they rolled.
When the waves hit the cliffs
The sound was like a carpet
Shook and snapped.
Another nice memory.