In more than one swirl

I’m turned about so much
we don’t connect to the guidebook
in my hand

across from Brooklin
on Blue Hill peninsula
wooden boat school renown
and the magazine

I’m so turned around
the overnight air was humid
we thought the early morning sun
was the moon
we could look at straight
like the nearly full moon

Nature notes on Penobscot Bay

we’ve seen so many seals
harbor seals, more than gray

dozens of sunning seals
today I’m beginning to spot them unprompted
against the rocks
a lazy pace
or is that leisurely

nearly full moon
through a scrim

a bald eagle in flight
and a seal swimming
the next morning

a porpoise
after passing seals

weigh, haul away
where did those porpoises go?

an osprey flew over the water
before breakfast

this could be addictive