Church In The Mist
What shore is this... my ship still lists?
What Church slow-rising from the mists?
Where penguins lay their eggs in albatross- square,
Streams cascade down the rocky cliffside where
Archangels guard the weather-beaten door,
Revealed through golden rigging near the shore.
Five pod of orcas prowl the inland-sea,
And spray moist breath on fjord's narrow lee.
I'm safe at last on grassy solid ground,