In the imprint of receded tides
new topographies reveal
replenished pools
of orange stars
and purpling attachments
a song unravels
of ruffled black-headed, sentinels
and bladder-wracked limpets
curling about bone-white driftwood
of impressions in sea worn rock
shreds of yesterdays storm
resting in the belly of the ocean
of a salted someone, born
from water and bread and words
walking between shimmering apertures of blue
onto open solitude