ㅁ A fleet of otters Took possession of waters Just east of San Juan We saw some whales there In the small cove at Black Beach Diving and spouting An eagle was perched On a stone near an alder Supervising things Oceanic swells Crept up Ursua Channel Tasting all the boats Jellyfish sliced by Reflecting sporadic light Through the greenish murk Some white bellied ducks Swam in lazy formation Amid stray sparkles The surging sea rolled At San Ignacio's south Gnawing fine gray rocks The sun hid itself The clouds made intricate plans To send us their rain Another eagle Floated above the whitecaps Then knelt; caught a fish No fish saw our hooks Instead we dreamed about them The sea sang its depths
– a collection of pseudo-haiku forming stanzas in a longer poem.
