Split Sonnet: Sea Poles
Two poles in the sea. I watch my brother pass between them – water taking his death down to where unpredictable currents pull surface swells apart. Deeply tethered into sand the poles tilt as though bent by the ocean’s solipsistic tides. Two sentinel legs resisting erosion’s salt chaft . Clouds like wet holes pierce the stormy sky, moodiness receding into… Read more →