Poem: God of the Bay by Mark Tulin

The looming big rock
looks out from the heavenly fog,

A God of the Bay,
it welcomes all forms of life
and guards the vulnerable
and the lost

Harboring the seals, birds
and the otters
it guides the Captain’s journey
around the anchored ships,
the shoddy piers,
sirens with alluring voices
and the sunken chests
not yet found

In its misty midday glory
and cloud-breaking haze,
the big rock sounds the seafaring horns,
announcing the coming of
the sun.

©️mft

photo by Alice Tulin