Silkie February 3, 2009 Sometimes in the night I wake with words, "Write this down" they say. And this morning it was "Gone seal." "Gone seal," and being dark slick-furred in the ocean again, muscling currents under the sea riding the waves beneath clouds and sun; and of the Silkies, who walked on land difficultly and then with gratitude to the ocean again dark, lithe gone seal.