In my Mouth

By Jeffrey Kee

Sea birds everywhere.
Gulls bobbed, dropped and pelicans cut the water.

Cape Disappointment glowed to the North.
And from the 10 buoy East, man had come.

Some to guide, some to fish, some to see the mouth,
Enticing fish to come aboard.

Fog whitecaps, and barges test courses,
Many have braved into the waves.

In pursuit of a legend, a story, a myth.
The big Salmon river of the Pacific Northwest.

A spirit of man sliding seaward,
Seeping into his Columbia.