April Poem-A-Day Challenge #5: a landmark.
During this challenge, I'm finding myself obsessed with the topic all day and spitting out lines and images in a rush just before going to sleep at night.
From Point Vicente Lighthouse
A low moan sighs in rhythmic pulses
outward from this brown spit of land
--a warning of rocks submerged.
Waves crash and rumble
in a tumble of surf along the cove as
pelicans dive and wheel and glide above the churning water.
A stream of visitors
raise binoculars and telephoto lenses aloft
peering for a flash of silver fin or sudden spout.
be there whales passing here?
their migration route from south to north
stop to scoop up krill and linger in the warm current.
there be whales passing here
skimming underneath the shining surface
and we hold our breath
in awed witness to their graceful dance.
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