On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it as slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and, as if they had simply
increased their receptivity
to gravity, they sank down
into the mud, faded down
into it and lay still, and by the time
pink of sunset broke across them
they were as invisible
as the true stars at daybreak.
5 comments:
The beach looks beautiful and serene. Amazing post.
I love the photo and the poem. What a wonderful thought "...as if mud were stars" - interesting observations by both the photographer and the poet! :)
Beautiful! :) The poem is nice, too!
Love the light here... thanks for sharing!
its a very nice beach (and a wonderful photo!)
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