“There be monsters here.”
Calligraphic warnings
of the things that claw
amidst the churning
of the waves and the wake
and the shining scales
that armor the beasts
best hidden
from the rising rays
of morning.
Whether by paddle,
punt, or kicking feet,
keep your progress
forward,
press to the east,
where the sun is floating,
just beneath the surface,
in the throat
of the monsters
described in the
calligrapher’s warning.
©️ 2019.
