The gray water is edged with silver lace:
the shapes of thousands of seals
turning and jumping at shore’s edge.
Explanation arches in deeper water:
the dark fins that travel so quickly,
waiting for the foolish or careless.
I admire the fabric of the waves,
the scenes of nature’s vital drama
played out in the Inlet below.
Mephistophelean orca, dapper in black
and white, winking a huge false eye,
waits to lure the nervous everyman seals
into the colder water of his world:
His lazy swimming seems to say
he can afford to be patient.