Poetry

08/09/2013

Borne west on the deep
Sound, a barnacled belly
plows a lonely path.

Dawn cracks as he clears
his throat, a rush of air to
warn the fog away.

Lesser fish learn to
leave his course. Seagulls swarm in
his wide, raging wake.

Waves spill over the
shore; rocks and pebbles
sing upon the sand.