This body suits you as a sack of skin
should. Although you liquefy under pressure
at least you don’t go to water. In
hold you together like the sides of rock
pools keep the sea from claiming back its own.
Breakers wash, the sun dries you out, a flock
feasts upon these offerings you have grown.
But how long before the shoal forgets the sea?
In the cool shallows of isolation
only dreams of being swept from solitary
pools remain. A tidal undulation,
ebbing memory of the ocean’s salty clutch,
as the waves roll in and drown you in their touch.
(originally published in Mary 1)