Seal heads are dark corks
dozens bobbing above the golden mirror
of the sea, reflecting me too
in their calm unworried eyes
As sky deepens to indigo, then purple,
bodies and drift wood merge into black silhouettes.
Star-silvered waves leave their footprints
and talk to me in quiet hisses
i listen. i listen.
"We are sisters of the sea" they say
~ Shirley Tudor
* * *
[written sometime in 2003]
dozens bobbing above the golden mirror
of the sea, reflecting me too
in their calm unworried eyes
As sky deepens to indigo, then purple,
bodies and drift wood merge into black silhouettes.
Star-silvered waves leave their footprints
and talk to me in quiet hisses
i listen. i listen.
"We are sisters of the sea" they say
~ Shirley Tudor
* * *
[written sometime in 2003]
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