The Legend Lives On

Eyes fixed on the surface
breath caught in hopeful awe
we don’t expect to see you
but we’re never really sure

A ripple draws a gasp
Anymore and we’d have fainted
We disembark still happy
Experience untainted

In the face of missing evidence
of scans that scour the loch
hefty disproof against you
of which we can take stock

The guides and tours keep running
the figurines still sold
for the tale, the Loch Ness legend
won’t fade and won’t grow old.

Jake Waller