Sea Change

A tusked wolf dips its paw into the brine the sea is its restless mother. A proto creature, its bones already growing razorback fins and horns, it must seek a shell to hide beneath. The fanged manatee dies for love. Before the porpoise leapt, before the whale shipped its gray prow, Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other through a gibbosity of flesh. Where the skin flew, rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws while blind behemoths burst out from small pods. That same saline transitioning that even now wave-washes my naked feet, as the sea plows me deep - and does this cold moonlight reveal the hidden talons of my ever-flowing father?