The water goes swish, swish,
Swish.
The shark goes bite, bite, bite
on a tiny fish.
The water goes swish, swish, swish
through the gills of a tiny
Fish.
Where the prisoners would cry,
As they planned to try
To escape this frightful place,
Now many birds,
Come in large herds,
To breed and raise their young
Rolling, tossing,
Salty spray,
The sea calls to me,
On a sunny day.
Frothy, foamy,
Shimmering waves,
Frolicking in the sea,
Splashing in a stony cave.
White as a snowflake falling from the sky,
fuzzy and fluffy like a cotton ball,
I come out of the egg.
I call for Mom
and she comes to me,
bringing me a delicious breakfast,
a juicy fish, my favorite food.
My sister has already hatched,
my brother is coming at last,
pecking open the egg.
I am excited to grow
and learn new things,
become graceful and elegant
like my mom.
Watery waves wonder
Why their world is so wet.
As they wake to whistling winds,
Will they have a new pet?
A swordfish, a seal, a sea slug they have!
Why not a fox, a fawn or a friendly calf?
I guess they'll never understand.
They can't have animals who live on land.
I go with the current,
The current goes with me.
I follow school into
The seaweed.
We feed off algae
Crab, plankton, and krill.
Shrimp for dessert.
Big animals and small ones,
We cower from sharks,
Hide in the dark.
I am a fish
In the
Big blue
Sea.
Never stop being hunted,
Hunted all day.
Swim, swim,
Swim away.
Now there are 10,
Now there are 8,
Now there are 7,
Now there are 5,
Now there are 3,
Now there is
Only me.
I am the last,
Speeding fast,
Zooming through the 100 yard dash.
Can you catch me?
Catch me if you can,
Catch me, catch me.
I pass unseen
At dawn and night
I'm made of water and air;
And at daylight,
I disappear.
Your eyes are searching
Your hands are fidgeting, impatient
You're hoping, waiting for something to happen
But nothing does
Finally you stand up, disappointed
And a tail bursts out of the water
the water is quiet in the prelude.
b flat—a white gull shrieks,
High c—the man on the sidewalk plays his saxophone,
a legato when the sunlight spins and blurs,
Two
Short
Staccatos when the young boy splashes at the silvery water—
a wizened couple trudges through the sand
the water laps hungrily at the shore,
an arpeggio—a black shell washes
up at my feet
then a pearly white one, worn at the edges
my pruned fingers sliding against them,
a crescendo.
twilight
Blazing violet
songs of feathered sirens
S o a r i n g
through the sky.
People playing, Laughter swaying
a salted, sandy reverie.
steadily breezes
into the evening Quiet.
Sun setting, tides lowing, blue flowing, windows, barnacles closing, umbrellas folding,
Folding together the day and memories.
The Pain of
stepping on shells
seaweed
driftwood,
drif t i n g sentiments
Washes away,
like footprints
on a beach.
To rise from shining waters,
Far off the shore.
To hear the waves
Crashing against the beach.
To smell
Purity in salt.
To feel the battling wind,
Your long lost friend,
And you can see
A bright ball of fire
Drowning
In beauty.
Yet you suffocate,
And hold your breath
Until you sink back
Into the depths of the sea
And you can breathe.
