Poem: Thunder Hole

The picture I took of the Thunder Hole earlier today when it was more calm.

My latest original, five-line poem inspired by the Thunder Hole in Acadia National Park, Maine today.

Thunder Hole

the way someone can carve an inlet
out of your feelings, roar in and back out;
now I wait for the high tide to return
as the rocks grow old under the moon’s
stubborn glare.

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