Tatyana Carney Poet Rhyme

Big Island Rush

Broken over the shallows
turned into sulfur
This tide-less abandon
to bright limpet snails-

That's where you'll find me
in particle madness
in crystalline pools
uncontrollably pale

Flooding the pockets
in rocks of the ancients
Silting the salt
and amassing the waves

Somewhere there broken
out over the shallows
a thousand odd shells
in a thousand odd graves

You'll find me there parting
my breath into hollows
lapping up sea storms,
sunburned of tongue

Eyelashes, algae
heart pumping tidal
Microscope vision
honed in on the sun-


(Inspired by a wide angle photograph of the sea, at low tide, baring it's rocks in yellow.  It literally takes my breath 
with the scope of it's secrets in suddenly deep green pools in the distance...)

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