Wed-ding II

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.

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