Sea Changes

I have stood on many shores and felt the long evolution of the deepest waves where life spawns its leaping adaptions. I have listened to the trumpeting of great armored sea-bulls echoing in the shallow bladder-wrack, and on that splashing surface invisible snouts blow from an ancient depth below. There where the tusked wolf first dipped a paw into brine a proto-creature struggling to survive its bones already growing razorback fins. There also did the fanged manatee thunder in its savage heart as it plowed the screeching storms, tempests that shaped its life with its glittering saws. Before the porpoise leapt before the whale shipped its gray prow Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other through a gibbosity of flesh, and where the skin flew rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws, behemoths burst from slow wading, pod sheltering strays. All churned in a rolling race as if a keen edged spray modeled bones, a frantic saline transitioning that even now as I stand by a washing tide calls and plows me deep seeking my own extinct and monstrous forms.