Seal
Mourning doves and dogs barking and new bees
And air traffic heavy out of Dulles:
I’m gone a week and I come back to spring.
At the beach I walked right into a seal
At rest on the blank Atlantic shoreline.
For a second I couldn’t believe it.
The seal watched me stand there being slack-jawed
And then I dropped my shells and my backpack
And again and again took its picture:
Gray, gazing, grazing. Crazy. I alone
On the printless winter sand at seven
Circling, thirty feet away, the wild seal.
And this was stark, and not spring: printless sky
And featureless seal and long trackless strand
And nothing of green and the buzz of bees.
March 25th, 2019 at 1:19PM
Nice. You sealed it.
March 25th, 2019 at 2:37PM
Thanks!