CAPE FRIO SEALS

No mercy in the wind
Sea fog and the hush of waves
Desert behind me, vast and silent
Skeletons of memory and the Cape Frio seals

I’m broken to the bone by this desolation
I’m broken to the bone by the beauty of this land

An empty land in a shroud of mist
Skeletons of ships and whales
Untamed water and the sound of waves
And the sudden presence of the Cape Frio seals

I’m broken to the bone by this desolation
I’m broken to the bone by the beauty of this land

I’m broken to the bone by this desolation
I’m broken to the bone by the beauty of this land

I’m broken to the bone by this desolation
I’m broken to the bone by the beauty of this land

I’m broken to the bone
I’m broken to the bone
I’m broken to the bone by the beauty of this land

CAPE FRIO SEALS
We drove along the cold, foggy coast-line. Nothing but fog and sea. Miles and miles of nothing but the muffled sound of a pounding sea and the fog like a blanket making visibility almost nil.
And then, quite suddenly a dark blur: the Cape Frio Seals.

  • Barbara Fairhead