Wednesday Poem

Mindanao Deep

The waves still roll fiercely from far
out breaking over a new sandbar
then gathering up again to break once
more full upon the shore. and I think
of how on even the calmest day there
is a little shimmer against the solidness
of land. a little rolling aqainstness,
and I feel the ancientness of the anger
hard and tight in her belly six miles
down in the dark fold of the Mindanao Deep.

by Nils Peterson