Hermit Crab
Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.
The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.
Go on and on forever
waving claws in wild defense
abandoned ocean creatures know
that none of this makes sense.
Seaweed waving, beckoning
hypnotic dance of death
trust not the grinning clown fish
blowing bubbles with their breath.
The ancient crusty oyster shell
protects the tender meat
a grain of sand the irritant
spits pearls in mock defeat.
The current is relentless
overwhelming constant motion
and serenity's unheard of
at the bottom of the ocean.
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