i admit
i woke up today
a bit of a twisted grump

in myself
bled that banal little lump
of difficult to pinpoint negativity

i tried shuffling things around my room
but in all honesty
i barely moved

hard to move when lonely
surrounded by people homely

that situation of soil loamy
your feet sink in like tricky quicksand
yet strong trees bear fruit in this situation

i knew i ought to move
or suffer sad defeat
so i stripped to my shorts
and stumbled quickly to the beach

cryptic nature immediately beseeching
so bloody honest in its mystery
crepuscular rays dancing with anemone
my unholy matrimony of fear & lethargy
swept away in tide of eternity

i perched on the rocks & boulders
alive with hidden vigour
the sun on my shoulders
holding on to a young & growing victor

i picked up a sea snail
watched the salty water fall down from the bespeckled shell
the flesh cowering
weak & torn
so scarred
i glimpsed my worried face in the mother of pearl

returning the creature home
i wondered about the world
our flying galactic boulder
picked from a billion others
or simply a victim of chance
or maybe choice

hot now from summer sun
i moved back to to dry sand & towel
a little worried about
& keys

but these worries drained away
when sister startled me
they are taking the snails
she said

my heart drummed a vicious rhythm
followed her hovering finger north
i saw the thieves

a current of adrenaline swept my private ocean
i became so angry so quickly
the thieves reminding me terribly
of horrible human decisions
their actions tore me from previous fragile & glorious visions
i moved swiftly

like the tide
slipping on green growing rocks
i climbed
to check the sign
wanted to be certain
“no taking animals or vegetation”
the thieves were thieves
it was written clearly
i cogitated briefly
my righteous anger heating
my muscles to make quick movements
i slipped back down
left some skin on the rock but maintained balance

facing the thieves
i spoke out of my nature
asking the right questions

they lied & i felt sorry for their nearby children
i looked the mother in the eye
saying nothing less than the truth
the father picked up the bag
& emptied it into the ocean
a brief waterfall of snails
& it was over

returning to my sister
still shaking with anger
thinking about my father
eyes downcast surveying a billion pieces of cracked & fragile history
providing a soft setting for this brilliant mystery
she told me she saw our mother in me
& then she shocked me
they had more than one bag
she said

i was lost in my head as we departed the beach
sometimes i feel compassion is so close
& then so out of reach

sometimes i feel
we live our lives in foreign darkness
until we are engulfed in flame
and that is all

and that is it



Lennox Head, Australia

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