Horse Shoe Crabs
Horse shoe crabs are often capsized,
they had somehow lost their way.
Stretched wounds salted, burning ,baptized.
Today, a new day soft with trust.
It is the first time without knowing,
like the sea that waits, still
I must, and will too be going
while the tide is low.
I cannot stay to watch them go.
The light shines off the moistened grain,
a time that takes day back again
to scratch open the clear sky,
in some dream that I’ve had before.
This day, a voice, a life I knew and dead crabs
washed ashore.
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