Waves at a River-mouth

Going down river

half    submerged

in a Viking

long boat

with Aiks

and Daphnis

and other travelers

in the corrugated

    torrents        

thick

warm rain        

salt

They rush

uncontrolled

limp

purposeful                   

resigned

into the meeting waves

like her heaving breast

aware

of the possibility of upset

sinking into her drenching

                                               

He is   momentarily unconcerned                

by the overwhelming

But beyond the surf                              

in the open ocean

under his own power again

he panics                                                         

   sensing Daphnis                                   

                       

pulled away

horrified                                   

to face suddenly

this unbearable

        loss

He leaps                                                          

with fatherly                 

dolphin strength

to retrieve him

and join him

to his mother again

Daphnis is strong enough

to swim by himself      But not

old enough to navigate

Now they sit

Aiks            Daphnis     and Pahn

in the shoaled relief

with uneasiness

separated

from the shore

picnicking

on the course

     unsorted

bar

of familiarity

from deluge

tempest

depth                                                               

to shallows