there was a wind-flit
and mewing of sea-swish!
and I say:
sandscape, I dwell you!
muted glass-slab, I adopt you!
I dig the battery
of a stiff heel swift
into sand where
crabs soak in
that trill with
humming eyes
and jittering pincers—
now, standing
I in a salt-fringe
my legs are numb with it
and I say
threads of sea foam, I
love
you
and all those yoked jellyfish you hold!
Angelica Joy