I am sad stones, and shells-
All crumbling up between these weathered ribs
All broken up rocks, and sad cells.
You'll find me on wet beaches, during low tides
Big blue eyes and pallid flint hands
Softened by darkness on all sides.

I sit in sand and wait for the moon,  
Tides push me out and back
I hoped you'd come inshore soon.
I tell the sea what I like about you,
Pull on weeds that pull back, too -
In a world of headaches and the blinding moon
You are soft. I hope to see you soon.