Tide Pool

Tide pool poem

Ultramarine
Green deep
Enfolded in the silk of water

A voice heard like no other
The calf sounds out for its mother

And there beneath her fin
It glides in sleep
Above coral branches
Beside barracuda

And further off a fish is caught
By the bright 
 bright beckoning strands of anemone

Don’t ask for more of this place
I have only a child’s memory
There are many dreams that speak of the sea
There are mountains more mysterious
And deeper crevices there

And crabs that cross the sand sideways

We are at the edge of a tide pool now
Quiet as the tide goes out
And leaves the black shiny sea urchins there
And sometimes starfish

Until the moon led ocean
At high tide brings back the sea

Where cruel as only a child can be 
I pry the starfish from the tide pool
And take home pink blushing conch shells as big as my head

Now the shells have all been taken
We dump our garbage
Into the sea

And creatures we have never see strand themselves up from the deep

While innocent as only a hurricane can be
The sea takes our roof
And one shoe and
Maybe a life too

For we reside in a tide pool
In a rhythm too complex to see
In an overgrown orchard
Where children starve
And fruit rots on the tree
A pattern come up from the deep
Our ways creatures
come up from the sea

Captives of a moon led ocean