Poem: Making
Making
by A.L.
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The sea has as many true meanings
as there are creatures in the sand.
Turn out its pockets
and you'll find
a dead snail's shell made home by a hermit crab
the flesh of a whale in the belly of a squid in the process of becoming whale again
a lobster trap caught in the net of the sea
you, crouched over a tidepool,
tucking shells in your pockets.
Listening to the rush, rush
of the sea making and unmaking and then making again-
Stealing sand from your shorelines
and coaxing coves from your cliffs
Slipping away with your belongings
and bringing them back changed, new.