Eating Oysters

The tray comes out I choose my first I lift the shell to my mouth Splash! A foamy spray of brine smashes against the rocks, sending arcs of water far onto the shore. I chew a few times, and swallow with the juice. The tide recedes back again. I wait a moment Sip my root beer Eying the plate, choosing another I grab the shell pause with my lips To the edge of the Ocean. Whoosh! A sea bird dives into the surf, scanning for the glints of fish. As it glides beneath the surface, the twisting torrent of waves above pulls it back up. At the last moment it snatches up a stray perch. The salty lump slides down smooth. Again, I wait. Another sip. Two is enough, I think. Two, unadulterated tastes of the sea I cant say I like them But im glad I tried Maybe its an acquired taste