Cormorant In a Nor’Easter
Nor’easter’s blowing winds,
High waves in the Chesapeake Bay,
A cormorant trying to fly.
Two irresistible forces.
The cormorant flaps its wings
Stretching out its neck to gain
Advantage, all in vain.
The harder its wings flap,
The stronger the winds blow.
The cormorant remains stationary,
Suspended in air.
White caps below, chopping swells.
The cormorant’s only chance
Is to land; the only place to land is
The Monitor-Merrimac Bridge Tunnel.
Wind-driven rains pelt its feathers.
Would the cormorant survive
This day to live another,
Perhaps a little wiser?