Horseshoe Crabs
Linda Benninghoff
There are days at the beach
when the hours are empty
I witness the mailed horseshoe crabs,
smiles on their faces,
swimming almost onto land.
Minnows crowd,
leaping out of the water in unison
and bite my legs.
A solitary gull approaches
then leaves the beach
flies, scouring the water
from above.
I am at peace,
and whatever transpired on land
is forgotten. |
