The Mood of the Sea

Beside you at the new day’s rising, I
see the hologram of your surface,
sometimes silver, sometimes grey.
I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;
and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;
The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;
my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity.

Your variegated allure is balm, is verse,
to those who sense metre and foot in
the mutterings of the mood of the sea.

Kimberly M. King