Day 25 of Poetry Month - April 2016

I sometimes get inspiration from National Geographic.

Reviving the bay

Cold crashing splashes wash dry black mud, hiding

smoothed stones

and edible quahogs.

No buried treasure of gold sovereigns or pop cans or

milk bottles

for return appear.

Incessant destruction of towering cliffs

reveal the ancient sages

and distressing winds.

A solitary harbour seal wanders in from Atlantic waters

seeking shelter from forceful advances

and perhaps a chance to sleep.

© Catherine Woods 1999, 2000