Brinksmanship Poem by Craig Steiger
Brinksmanship
At Zacatito
we paddled our slender kayaks
half a mile offshore
to where the sea gods were breathing,
silvery plumes of exhale
hung shining in the late sunlight,
were we at our peril
gallivanting with a pod of 40 ton humpbacks
in the pelagic wilderness?
Maybe not,
but we could not be certain,
and such brinkmanship
easily translated into high adventure...
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5/5/2024 6:59:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent visuals, loved the poem. Are you still writing? I did a poem-a-day during April for poetry month - a few decent in the bunch, a few need some editing... may get around to posting some one of these days. Regards - john