1) Tides make no
Sages and Crabs.
both cling tight to rocks,
as waves crash. 3) Sea-spray, crusted salt,
semen and prayers, do little
to strengthen the grip. 4) Fog lifts. Horizon
is filled with crabs scurrying
on abandoned shore. 5) Basaltic scrimshaw.
The dying scratches of one
drowning in pain. 6) A crow’s cry
startles. Hands release,
just in time.