365 Poems/211 First Tears

First Tears

Winter arrived yesterday.

Today I coast the water’s

edge, crouched low.


Seals crowd the shore,

fat and smiling.


I lower my entire body

to the ice, and crawl

closer, until I can smell

their breath, thick with

fish oil and goodness.


Wife and son will stand

proud on stained ground,

fill stomachs with flesh.


The wind changes.

The seals turn, slip

soundlessly under

the sea’s surface.


I find my feet. Water flows.

I taste it. My body makes

a sound I’m not familiar with.


Wife and son come running.