Even though the water is shallow here,
it is murky, and I stumble.
I had thought it easier than scrambling over the dry jagged rocks
with unprotected feet
to wade over the place which the ocean had worn down.
But it is strewn with the bones of the bluff,
and though they are not sharp,
my feet do not conform easily to their shapes.
In deference to the moon’s influence,
I must soon find my way to higher ground
or else offer myself as a feast for crabs
and the other multitudes of beasts
for whom my soft flesh would be too inviting to ignore.
The pulsing waves bring fractured lines of light
to slosh against my knees, and the stickiness left by their crests