Coastal

At lowest tide, you shimmer at my feet, fluid glass thinly glazes my squirming toes Pacific respite from today’s prevailing heat The cycle of waves, on and on it goes, a watered source of lifeforms grand and small Your mollusk, Pisces, star, survive and thrive, ‘neath waters dark and deep with cloud and squall, Your oceanic underworld abides Above, below, each day these worlds collide Horizons far delineate both spheres On liquid current surge the wild things ride Our lives lived out, separately but here, entwined by water, air, the sand, the sea, where waves will pass and creatures come to be.