AT THE INLET

AT THE INLET

Over the whole

inlet's wide flow,

where the long river

rolls to the ocean,

all of the small

waves' rippling motion

sparkles with low

sun's gold-white glow.

Sails of some small

boats there are billowing.

Filling, they're following

breezes' soft blowing.

Dark-silhouetted

dolphins are flowing

through water's dazzling,

shimmering glowing.

All this my sight

follows until

all seems dissolved in

boundless and bright

oceans of glowing,

billowing, flowing,

gold-yellow light.