Harbor Seals

ELKHORN SLOUGH--

Close to the waterline we glide,
Lazy paddles pushing.
Curious heads emerge, dripping,
With soulful dogs' eyes, wise,
And whiskered muzzles--
Again submerged.

If I am watching birds,
Why am I so delighted
By what lies beneath?
Especially you who roll
Your spotted streamlined
Sausage body
Underneath my seat,
Suspended there,
So I'm afraid to dip my oar,
Wondering whether to touch you,
If you'll anoint my vessel with holy water.

Others of your kin raise their tails
And heads into the air
For warmth--relaxed,
U-shaped contortionists
In the shallow flats.

This rainbow at last reminds us just of you.