Sunday Poem Day
Hiatus
As the long grey knobbly shape
Slips below the green water wake
The air is filled with a misty blow
As first hump then bump disturb the flow
Its great trillium-shaped banner suddenly flies
And rises up, and salutes the sky
Then slowly, sinks, beneath the surface
Pursuing that behemoth’s lonely purpose
Aeons and miles, down deep and far away
Is, for now, where she will stay
To live a different sort of life
On hiatus