Seagulls And Horse Shoe Crabs Poem by Kevin Marley

When the earth's window above is clear

the weatherman says it's sunny,

and I walk to the beach with my family,

letting the ocean roll it's white, foamy

carpet out for me.



A seagull overhead speaks in its ancient

tongue and above the din of the ice cream man

selling popsicles along with sand,

I hear tales rivaling fishermen's lies.

News of the waves hiding mountains,

canyons, and even a continent far beneath

the revealings of any low tide.This

salty soup (I taste with my mouth)also

hiding the magical mixture cooked long

ago that gave plants, animals, and even

people their different lives.


Yet the seagull talking says, "Do not

take my word because I fly.Ask the

horseshoe crab at your feet before he dies.

He knows as well as me the mysteries

of the deep."




And so I do ask, and he tells,

and I see it is true.My father is

really a lobster, my mother a dried

starfish and all of us beached whales.



But with a frantic kick, wave, splash

and another wave I drown myself before I die.