Monday, March 3, 2008
in which the fish keeps its distance
Here are waves that arrived here this morning,
in formation: great, long curling lines.
They roared in from the southern seas with a deep rumbling and rolling growl.
Just the look of them, just the smell of them, their exhaled breath straight from the deepest secret seabed
was enough to send that thrill of adrenaline through ones bones.
But not even this fish would have attempted to surf them. Even had someone not stolen my fishes-eye goggles.
But, look, in the centre there, in the distance, there was someone, way out , braver than this fish...