there was a wind-flit
and mewing of sea-swish!

                       and I say:
sandscape, I dwell you!
 muted glass-slab, I adopt you!

I dig the battery
of a stiff heel swift
into sand where
crabs soak in
that trill with
humming eyes
and jittering pincers—

                         now, standing
I in a salt-fringe
my legs are numb with it
               and I say
               threads of sea foam, I
               and all those yoked jellyfish you hold!

Angelica Joy