la purisima, el capitan, refugio,
the places taste as sweet as they sound.
it's the light one misses most...along with the warm sea.
you know what they say
one door opens...
coming home again
they are mending you
an earthquake fault line runs through you
your ruin is so tied up in who you are
and we are not certain this time upon stopping
about the repair of your deep and touching beauty
stopping at san miguel
and our return
are marked by you
beauty that has always taken our breath away...