Out
On the west coast
Big waves are rolling in
It is the end
Of February
Still that ocean
Its seafaring kin
Motion
Along every beach
Every tidal estuary
Nothing but a sushi notion
Singing Orcas
Barking sea lions
Feasting on racing salmon
Just as most do in rainy June
For that lonesome man
Up in the moon
It's still green cheese
Dry craters for that old loon
Down in Old Woman Bay
Out on Lake Superior
A water panther Mishipeshu
Like a great hungry bear
All that Nanook knows
Somewhere
Rogue waves roll in
Blowing winter snows
Blizzards 
Imprinting every showy exterior
All those rocky cares
Panthers and caves and bears
Those ones that make us dare to shout
Bearing what comes in
Boasting about what goes out
Like shipwrecked sailors
We clamber about
Soaking wet
Yet exhausted
Up some foreign rocky shore
Forlorn
Wond'ring
If we'll ever go home again
More
What monstrous life
Has in store