Seal

by Kevin Cowdall

There are those who believe seals 

to be the reincarnation of souls lost at sea.
 
Now, I see one swimming;
a black shadow in the grey undulating sea, 
drifting like a languid, leaden cloud, 
on a dull, dark, expectant sky. 
 
I watch it roll and twist;
a supine being of fathomless depths, 
a transient, unbound thing, 
neither lost nor found.
 
Sleek spectre, free spirit.
Grey waters, white-flecked waves.
 

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