The sea lion. Barking, fearless, playful marauder of piers and passages around Dana Point Marina.
To my delight she visited the pier beneath Vesper’s tight ropes and held her ground despite threat of human invaders and my curious camera. We spoke. My voice soothing, hers a frightened bark. My voice quiet, cajoling. Her fears allayed, she lay down to fulfill her desire to rest. How much my weighty, flippered friend, immobile, reminds me of Vesper at anchor. The bulky sea lion, created for skimming the sea; the sturdy boat, made for travel, both still.
To my delight she visited the pier beneath Vesper’s tight ropes and held her ground despite threat of human invaders and my curious camera. We spoke. My voice soothing, hers a frightened bark. My voice quiet, cajoling. Her fears allayed, she lay down to fulfill her desire to rest. How much my weighty, flippered friend, immobile, reminds me of Vesper at anchor. The bulky sea lion, created for skimming the sea; the sturdy boat, made for travel, both still.
The Living Water Feature 