reflection (at sea)

on the wind

on the sea

following the line
of swelling waves
parallel
to the coast

here
is being

the air
and . . .

nothing

only
a direction

forward

unending

and the sound
the only sound
is the constant sound
of wind
fruitlessly rushing
to ruffle feathers
held smooth
and firm
in flight

landward
lies the ruffle

the disturbance
and
the tangle

the dismay and the distress

don’t look

not even
a glance

fly straight
into the sun
reflected

~