The Star Fish, Gov'Ner Crist Poem by James McLain

When you have seen them struggle
upside down and a thoughtful mind is clean
being from the sea, beings anew, 'it is there.
They are the many small like beings
on them each the many feet acting as one
and simple are they, from you.
By the hundreds those their feet that march on.
Whereupon that shore you walk and you do
with she whom is right by your side, both laughing
and she does, knowing inside you found peace.
Are they all, 'those few naught in thought, as she is,
with you, bring them too/to do as your will, her well?
Waves that bring solace and peace to you for she
is with you too sooth each print, left behind
by you for she comes up behind your side
and makes from each end that peace with you.
Her peace is are as her toes and your the sand.
The open palm they all see, except for they have no room,
and the fish like the star most have even more room for.
Many are the feet that once now as one such as you
uncovered by you and the white finite sand you weigh,
and they may or may not come to know.
And I am found by you and she and she
is like you the sea.
None but are they not the most and yet
they are never full enough, each bay are they when
the tide comes in, never full.
It is by that and knowing and that two oceans can
never fill one such as that their muddy bottom.
Even when whispered by her is your other she is yours
to keep and the feet of all the stars in the ocean the guf
are kept damp and clean from the sea, you.