| |
|
In the swash zone
a desperate crab somehow overturned,
belly-up. Dome-backed, helpless,
she twitches feet and claws
grasping only air
as seagulls gather, smacking lips.
Shall I intervene?
Who do I favor, crab or gull?
Frankly I have problems with both personalities.
Can't ignore a creature in distress.
(Who programmed that?)
Wiggle my toes into damp sand beneath the beast.
Flip.
With nary an acknowledgement, crab scuttles
sideways to a spot in the wave wash
where in a flutter of little legs she half-buries herself,
eyeballs above.
Seagulls scream curses.
What did I expect, a thank you?
© by Joe Cottonwood.
Used here with the author's permission.
|
.jpg)
Joe Cottonwood is a semi-retired contractor with a lifetime of small jobs repairing homes. He lives with his high school sweetheart under redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, caring for curly-haired dogs and straight-haired grandchildren. Joe's latest book is Random Saints. Learn more about him at www.joecottonwood.com.
   
|
|
blueskies:
Nailed it! A universal human question. Especially so the power of the last line. Good grasp. Many thanks, Joe.
Posted 05/26/2017 05:14 PM
|
transitions:
Glad you helped...loved the poem too
Posted 05/26/2017 01:31 PM
|
barbsteff:
Good job! But it reflects the truism that everything exists to be eaten by something else!
Posted 05/26/2017 01:05 PM
|
KevinArnold:
For me, this poem comes alive with the line ly I "Frankly I have problems with both personalities." because it reveals the complexity of the narration.
Posted 05/26/2017 09:18 AM
|
David:
Very nice blend of humor, nature, and a little philosophy.
Posted 05/26/2017 09:12 AM
|
Larry Schug:
I'd automatically help the crab, too. But thanks for expanding my thinking a bit by showing us another perspective. Well said.
Posted 05/26/2017 08:18 AM
|
|
|
|
My Cart 
