Tuesday, April 21, 2015


There, there where the tide walked away
on the whitened rocks the mollusks stay
clinging and waiting for the shore
to cover their hiding place once more

Open for a minute to the sky
quickly now before their whiskers dry
the cold tide comes back to cover
until it is time to break another

Under the ledge, against the white rock
safely they hold on where no man will walk
their own world the in and out of the sea
safe are the mollusks in ocean infinity

(can they feel, do they know
or are they just putting on a water show)