Mother switches like the surf:
Far away, then rushing caves.
Her froth suggests injustice in what
Seemed to you like friendly waves.
Build a moat that she’ll erode,
Hold your ground but strangely sink.
Ebb's destruction rivals flow:
Survival means to ride the drink.
Longingly spy barnacles,
Marvel at escaping crabs.
Course is steered, ‘til disappeared is
All you’d dreamt you had.
Hollowed shells and jellyfish warn
Consequences from the deep;
Ocean life would overwhelm, so
Mimic corpses for your keep.
Meaning goes no deeper than
Some opal glints and winks of sun
Reflecting through an inch of water
As you come and go and come.
Compulsively attached to any
Shine, when finally you land–
Belly down, endowed with legs that
Flail, but fail to find the sand.
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