The Sea and the Warrior
From Fall 2006:
The Sea’s
gleaming water
nursed the aches
of a wounded sun.
It laid gentle fingers,
jellied and blue,
on the dying day dreams
of one gold warrior
whose armor lay hidden
as he healed for the night.
He fancied those
whose bodies were neither
here
nor there.
Who were neither
fish
nor fair.
He winked at them,
those ladies with amber eyes
and amber hair.
Whose fins shone nearly
as brightly as their
eyes did in the dark.
Photo by Deborah Stokol. Barcelona, Spain. 2007.