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