Sundog Portal

Abstract

The day is good, cool lime fog, still, faint breathing, the black ocean wrinkled like seersucker, early morning sundog, molten centre of circles in circles yellowgreenolive Without looking back to the gray town where I can no longer breathe where they sleep still silent I pull the engine cord and thrust the dory into the fog and ocean The sundog beckons, a portal to a desolate island where I will put the questions I cannot any where else ask