Jack D. Harvey

Once again at sea,
northeast of Cat Island;
sinister beaches
dry as bark.
That morning,
sounding along
tiny bluffs
the water clear and dark
as blue heaven above,
then light as lime;
there the waves,
like hounds,
bark against the sawing reef.
Three hundred yards away,
lonely and white,
sailboat Dolphin
wrecked before dawn.
Beware the patient sea,
lover with the hair of Medusa;

frisson of stone
in your face.