the tide

the wooden floor
the clock
stuck
for a moment
you say, “what is there?”
i say, “not much”
we watch the tide
i’d see the sand
we watch the day
i’d see it end
you watch me
but i see
no end
coming soon
one day
there’s little point in
all the dead crabs
many of them
small, bigger,
but not large
and all dead

(2019)