You are the surf that rises
to the bright crest of the day,
the shell road at low tide
and the moon above the bay. Continue reading “The Bright Crest”
Tag: ocean
Sand Handle
We pulled on the handle
And went down to live with the crabs,
Burrowing in four-feet deep
To crusty water, the smell
Of ocean death and pincher,
Taste of ancestors crowding darkness,
The message of being sunk
Foundering us in the brine.
I have always wanted
To know what would happen
If I opened that door.
–Shaun Perkins
Sea Lesson #4
Some want to swim
To the horizon.
Some want to float
Near the shore.
Waves carry, caress,
Batter, prolong,
Nourish, destroy. Continue reading “Sea Lesson #4”
Sea Lesson #3
The downed pines
Heavy and mute
In their destruction
Are the path now,
No stretch of sand,
No line of seaweed
Even. Continue reading “Sea Lesson #3”
Sea Lesson #2
I found Pluto on the beach.
It nestled in seaweed clumps,
Its loneliness revealed
In its austere singularity
Amidst the surf, Continue reading “Sea Lesson #2”
Sea Lesson #1
There you are
deep inside,
curved legs
against shell,
visible life in death
brought to shore. Continue reading “Sea Lesson #1”
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