Hunkered down
against tides and waves
they allow themselves
a certain satisfaction
Cold currents surge past,
bringing them all they need
shifting them not one jot
But in those currents
their own young course and swirl
adrift, alive,
gauntlet-running,
glorious
And the barnacles wonder
whether they may, perhaps,
be missing something.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Hunkered down
against tides and waves
they allow themselves
a certain satisfaction
Cold currents surge past,
bringing them all they need
shifting them not one jot
But in those currents
their own young course and swirl
adrift, alive,
gauntlet-running,
glorious
And the barnacles wonder
whether they may, perhaps,
be missing something.
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