The jetty changed, when the tide came in
turned its course and headed out once more
There were pools, caught between the rocks,
where barnacles fanned their tongues into the warming water
tiny snails marched across the sandy floor,
little forests of corals swaying above them,
anchored on their hard shells,
trees of seaweed towered to the top of the pool,
bent across the skin of the water
hermit crabs darted into the light and back to the safety
of the side of the pool, under the rocks once more
a world came alive, became visible to me,
in the time after the tide started going out
and the ebb of low tide
July 19, 2007 16:35
(Raymond A. Foss)
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