Edge of the Sea by John Nimmo

Edge of the Sea

Pale light breaks green
on afternoon waves. Froth

blunts each sharpening edge.
Kids flap and splatter

in shallows, not thinking
time will end or Mom will call.

Claws of crabs grope
toward nothing. Far out, I

dive deep. Spined creatures
fluorescing orange and blue,

whose eyes stick out or not,
come close

enough our auras overlap.
Swimming back past rocks

alone in the middle
of life, I cross again

the sandy edge
of land because I must.

by John Nimmo

Editor’s note: The short lines and stanzas of this poem reflect the bits and pieces of life and debris within the great waters of our planet, as does the drifting narrative.


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