A Quay in Girvin

Something powerful

a monster

roiling underneath.

The waves of Girvin

speak a tongue

deeper than any

I have seen.

It speaks not

for ears but

for the beating heart

and the soul that

churns within


the waves rise


resisting the pull

of ancient



that call me

from deep within.

I think everyone

should know

that one place

where they are willing

to give in.

The battlefields,

the end of a rope,

a quay in Girvin.