Observing honeymoon tide pools
On the other side
of the shallows of fear,
where the tide has stilled
into pools of spindly urchin
and chitinous crab-walking
shudders the water’s surface
with a subtler music, I hear
the crashing waves in the safe
distance, behind my shoulder, so
I thank myself, and the other
traveler wobbling on rock,
for mustering the courage
to travel across wet sand
to the shadowy enclave
with the wondrous
world hidden inside.
