Like claret
\nsettling in the tide pool,
\nthe light becomes phosphorescent
\non the bottom.
\nThere is a turquoise shell
\nat the edge of the sand,
\na ring lost from a mermaid\u2019s finger,
\nwho genuflected
\nlooking at the shore,
\nthen disappeared.
\nWe are the nonexistent fairies
\nof the ocean, she said,
\nwho swim among the jellies
\nand play with moons,
\nwhere no ear can hear us,
\nor eyes be moistened
\nby an instant love.<\/p>\n
This world is barely known by you,
\nwho live on land,
\nwho find their ships
\nlovingly returned.
\nThe shards of wood and bottles,
\nthe ribbons
\nloosened from a drownling\u2019s hair.
\nIt is the tides
\nthat do these things you swear,
\nbut the remains were touched
\nby something more enchanted,
\nmore alive
\nthan you can be,
\nwho look
\nso woozy out to sea,
\nand see nothing there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Like claret settling in the tide pool, the light becomes phosphorescent on the bottom. There is a turquoise shell at the edge of the sand,…<\/p>\n