The rumpled rocks are smoothed with age
like a giant weathered walrus at the water's edge,
its whiskers frothed with seafoam,
and its nose awash with waves.
Above, the sentry stands upon the highest point
clothed in sailor's white, and cap of red;
sweeps a roving eye across the sea
and sings an ever present song of light.
Flash, swoosh, flash, swoosh, flash swoosh it sings,
a silent harmony behind the crashing of the waves
that clash like cymbals and a manic tambourine
then roll away like snares across a drum.
A chorus sung by melancholy voices from the sky
add the echo of their soulful wailing voices
to this symphony that plays throughout the ages
as they lament for all the sailors lost at sea,
For all the souls that wander free — at Peggy's Cove
july 2004
©Janet Reid
