The road trip should have ended here.
Nor lakes nor sounds nor swirling thrash of seas,
nor stone-transmuted forest could compare
to that exhilarated moment of reveal:
gold-tinted rocks fringed furious in sea-lace.
We would not dare to sail near Nugget Point.
The thrilling juxtapose of joy and fear,
the rock-borne menace and the glorious airs -
into the blue unknowable we stare,
like travellers on the bourne, scanning for furthest shores,
cowed by infinity and boundless space.
We'll be afraid to sail from Nugget Point.
And so we stand in life, poised on the height,
before us only difficult passages and night.
But, lo, a double rainbow above Nugget Point.