Kalaloch Beach 4: Life all the way down
August 10, 2016
Out
over the treasury. Where creek & tide meet, ten thousand
sandstone coins worn flat & round, vast wealth of beauty. Stones
shrinking as we spread, like the snowmelt strength of creek's spring,
over this flat expanse, til only sand is left to be carried by the
swooning current's alluvial fingertips. Beach. The twice-daily winter
of low tide. Huge carpets of anemones huddle into themselves, colors
muted in the fresh air, while crabs watching winged shadows crowd
into the last watery cracks of the sea-stack rocks. With unfair power
we step carefully; in this place each inch could be alive, or more,
the only difference between object and organism, life and death, is
how closely we look.
Cormorant,
resting wings drying
--clap
of ocean spray!
already
gone.
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