A Night On the Beach

A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll over a briny tongue, intoning from the breath of a luminous spray. Where the sky hangs low, gannet beaks gape trawl the unseen upon a tossing surf. Mother, father, stranger, we are all here speaking through a whirlpool’s gullet we sink and surface, rise and fall dished up on a roiling wash never to find nor land.