Time between the tides.
Horseshoe crabs guard
The low tide, bury themselves
Beneath the sand ripples,
worry lines on the sleeping
The thought comes to the edge
Gently, again and again. You pile
Rocks to keep it at bay. It’s not
The thought that will drown you.
The rocks glisten in the sunset
Where the thought caresses them.
Even tears big as jetty stones
Disappear into the thought.
It’s enough, you think, to know
If you just lay on your back, relax,
The thought will support you,
Hold you to the sky like an offering.