|I love the way the water meets the hull;
laps and holds and yields its strength to give
support to sunlight, moonlight glint, or star.
Short-angled waves seek out the shore
like crested, white capped, whispering nuns,
breaking their vows of silence to exclaim
in happy spray, "How glorious is the day!"
I love the quiet
majesty of size
Copyright © 1998 John Peter Fuller