Little OtterEmerging from the waves,
out toward Whale and Hog Island, out across the bay, a sea otter disappears to forage the ocean floor. The otter weaves through the kelp, reaping mouthfuls of urchins – reaping what's vital – the kelp could not be greener between the islands, waving with the weaves, swimming an Aleutian mile, swimming toward the Pacific, a little otter clacks a rock against a shell echoing more water waves over stillness’ surface, over a midnight sun, in summer’s wetness reflecting the light. |