Walking the Beach

Clumps of rotting, writhing crawdads,
Sea onions, whip slimy, see-through bulbs.
Kelp, dark brown, flaccid flat.
Shells, spread worn, white-faded on the beach,
The scuttles of hidden many-legged scavengers
Amid the garbage of the seven seas,
Swept up for me to view.

I walk this junk-filled landscape,
Slide gripping the uncomfortable grains.
Uneven careful footsteps,
The scream of gulls circling.
Crashing seas upon the land,
The hostile chaos of Nature.