March 30, 2018
Photo by Chris Steckel
Thursday
A Poem by Chris Steckel
The raft is equipped
With a wind-driven spinner
Red metal fish
At each end
Representing the plan –
A mobile of motion
An air wall if you will –
No more ducks
No more gulls
On the raft
After the sun rises
(Against most predictions)
This and that happens
Before two guards
Go to check security
Motionless bent
The mobile –
A harbor seal
Stretched out placidly
At full lounge over it
Remarkably undeterred