Whitecaps. Two wind turbines
turning, the third towering, still.
Do the gulls know what is going on.
What is going
on. What should be.
Elaborate fantasy
a defense against reality
or a part. Unfathered
vapour taking the place
of an Alp. A thought.
Universal suffrage.
Living. Justice.
In the harbor
you would barely guess
how strong the wind beyond.
Unless you’d been out.
Unless you’d sailed out
or been thrown
beyond the rocks to the sea.
The open sea.
