The Changing Sea
I have seen the sea be a mill pond,
seen it like a mirror
where mountains reflect
unshimmering there.
And herring skittered
on the surface to escape
the mouth of the killer whale.
But I have seen the sea
off Newfoundland's Cape Ray
when waves were mountain high
and on reaching the wave top looking down
into a vast valley of iron coloured water,
The grave of many a man.
To me the sea is a changing thing
like life and breathing in
and the salt moistened air in my face
forever gives life to me.
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