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.
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