A Not So Quiet Calamity Iv

The sirens and mermaids called up from the deep, untangled mesh nets blithely held out by sleep. There the first to emerge were the sighs and the nods, they sank then resurfaced in clear Morphean pods. I found myself wandering on a wide stretch of beach. My mind squeezed like a lemon, my thoughts fuzzed like a peach. When the sheet of fog lifted, I walked through the haze, what’d been transfixed by the night now transformed into day. Bands of green kelp had encircled my feet. Sand dollars tossed out from the wallets of seas. The tang in the air by the water and brine, awoke to my senses other days hazed by time. Sunk then in a sinkhole; my heart now clanged a bell! I was no longer an oyster in a barnacled shell. I kicked off the seaweed, splashed through the shoreline, feeling refreshingly freed from that soul ravaged time. I knew I’d still wonder about Calamity Clam. Had he hid from the onslaught, become a sea star’s sea ham? Ouf…no longer my problem, I was no agent by rights. Then I stepped on an object and, out went the lights! I hopped in frustration with great hurt I did bow. I bellowed out pain like an angry sea cow. With one mighty scoop he was constained in my hand. How to dispose of the despicable? I felt seared by a brand. Covertly I gazed at this nemesis of fear. Then I gave a smart tug to his mossy green beard. The thoughts that I harbored were not of my decree. I hurled him out, with three skips, he sank back into the sea.