Crossing the Equator Haiku - Every Sailors Tale

CROSSING OF THE POLLYWOGS HAIKU Blazing sun above makes the sky so blue it's white, burned from so much light; raising from the sea waves of heat's pulsating rays in the distant haze from a cresting wave schools of fish take to the wing make a fluttering; Crossing of the line equators not meant to see. It's a sailor's tale. Pollywogs prepare for that moment, harsh and crude Zero latitude. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.