Sean P. Pratt

Brant Rock

I was standing by the ocean

An endless sea of faces flow and ebb

Voices penetrate my thoughts

I could taste the salty sand through my nose

The jetty stretched for yards

I scaled the rocks

Leaping and bounding

Until I reached the end

Waves sprayed my legs and stomach

The seaweed clouded the water

Like soup

Whales blast their breath

Waving before they submerge

Yet no one appreciates the scene