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