Tidal Zone

Some kids went on wild safari others sunned in Côte d'Azur but we stayed home to ‘summer’ on our driftwood beach with rope and hammers nails and cheez whiz bread while morning mist from bull kelp beds took flight and seagulls thread thin strings of wind above the boulder undisturbed and dreaming for one million one millennia until the onslaught on the isthmus— that startled rock awoken by symbols snaked and hissing, hands cold with human want We built our jetsam vessel then shoved off in churning tiderip and paddled hard to reach that stone bewildered still and bleeding while Decades tumbled from the sky into ephemeral dawn where herons stretch above that shock of progress bought and sold and Dungeness blue Abalone now tokens on the sand for every mega-million fortress walled and stoned and gaping