
Starfish Masters of Fate
Ives Wittman
On sunrise beaches
I watched the oceans collapsing.
Day after day presence spoke
Through an undying soul
Continually dying to live
In pursuit of higher ideals
Of sea salt air.
He sought inner truth
Giving a heartfelt response
In the grains of sand pounding
The shore where eddys collected Memories deposited.
Two kindred souls reaching out
To make sense
Of a hurting world,
If only listening were enough
In the ebb and flow of high tides
And low.
Seaweed breathes transparency
In brown bunches swaying
An undeveloped sense of self
His flawless body stiffened in remembrance
Of nonexistent
Positive currents to fill the empty void
On striking colors of brittle stars,
Regenerating their arms
In tidal pools a relentless affair
Of respect and care.
Only what the moon proposes,
Always unveils
The good
Of telling truth when the waters recede
Starfish armies advance
In their daily
mourning prayers.
