From a retreat at Villa Maria del Mar
Fingers poised on keyboard,
curving waves about to crest,
unfurling power.
Sun splits winter clouds.
Wounded cypress at cliff’s edge
flaunts lopped limbs.
Rolling whitecaps roar
and fade, ever freshening
The silent now.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz who is grateful to make her home on the California coast once more after living internationally and on the road. She studied comparative literature at UC Davis and received a master’s degree in library science from UCLA, which gave her a way to earn a living while making a life among books. Her poetry and essays have appeared in the Monk in the World Guest Post Series, Moving Force Journal, Presence, Porter Gulch Review, Second Wind, Sisters Singing, and The New Story, and she has completed a novel called What Lies Buried about a man reckoning with his family’s Nazi past.
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The Kingdom of Enough 
Delightful!
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Thank you! It’s a fun form to play with.
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