Sea embellished this rock            
             knobby     sharp
worn into a thousand prickly cups
filled with foam     sand     brine

Tall dark grass invades            
              no strategy     no scouts
just an inherent understanding
of weak spots
and a flexibility
born of eons  

There in a small tidal pool            
             still    wildflower-shaped     warm
lie starfish of an orange
so bright
sun bends his knee
to hear their pulsing