Sea it?

Drink the sea salty. Taste

the crash and crush of ten thousand shimmering

droplets exploding up from each rock

to a two-second diamond mist.

Dance to the sea’s call. Listen

to deep thunder rumble, to each

cormorant cry and eagle sneer at your


Startle a bathing beaver. See it glare at you

from washing paws before it dashes down

between the rocks and salt

out of sight.

Carry a starfish. Feel spiny scale

stubs rub your finger. Grab hard

to barnacles and regret it.

Gag after a boot is lifted from

muck. Smell the loamy stink

mixed with sun-rotted seaweed

and bird shit, but imagine

how much you’ll miss it.


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