Life
The waves that lick
The bottom of my bare feet
Touch the clandestine interiors of living relics.
Along uneven shore lines
That call out for mercy,
Profound simplicity marks a complicated evolution
Of armored creatures
Who echo the past, present, and future.
This is life!
It beckons to us all.
To save, to shelter, to turn over on golden sands.
To release back into the tumult of the great green foam of ocean,
A welcoming ocean full of potential and cyclical motions.
Hands grasp slick shells in an effort to cause change.
To forge a positive note in a winding-down,
Slow motion, falling off, sort of song.
This is life.