Point Cabrillo Supplicant the supple brown kelp bows to each wave’s whim, rising and falling like a sigh a doe minds her two dotted fawns right where wrack-covered rock curls to foam the whorled lens spins in its leaded glass nest; a Faberge egg painting evergreens gold the sea arcs and folds with the green of thick glass, pools in wide ruffles of white the air is thick with suspended salt bathing the heart like a balm |