the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine

The tide rises. I fall. There was an urchin
in my stomach. Tell me, how do you choose...

All light of yesterday in this place
is now hidden. It could be the ground...

The sea laps and pulls and spits.
The cliffs stare past...

Smooth agates hunt sunlight
for the incoming tide...

[…] it goes down easier in a storm […]

[… what they call a body of water.]...

I stare at the shimmering ocean
calm, clear turquoise...

Holding you there are no hard
surfaces, like bound water if it was...

we stepped out into the rain, and the waves were crashing against the shoreline...

what happened to the silence left by rubber ducks
was it swallowed by those colorful candies balancing...

The sea swallows me up / gulps me down / makes me
into a smooth stone, small enough to fit in your pocket...

itchy salt eyes
tangerine tips...

this august dragonflies come
together in imperfect circles...