After an early morning journey by sea,
for days I searched for a description
as even a camera
wouldn’t have captured that image.
The sea was a dark tough skin,
texture of leather.
I was trying to remember where I had seen anything like it.
so unblemished, so alive and rippling,
its folds and creases clean and new.
An awful animal,
a vast living surface,
leaving no trace
of the passing ferry.
Alone in my kayak the fear would be real
but on the ferry I was safe
and would arrive on time
for another day.