Category: Ecology

When the sea meets the bay, water bursts

like a bomb over docks, breaks the ropes

of fishing boats, knocks them into each other,

smashes their small hulls, rushes up the block

Overnight,
new toadstools
shoulder through
sodden grass
the way sorrows
emerge,

From the get go, two habitual waders
rise—the minimum
contradiction of sandpipers
called, alongside their tribe, toward
change.

Salmon River below us, all teem and roil.
Pinned to each crest, remnants of starlight

wink. And that posse of rocks could be
flints, sparking this cold northerly’s
steel

by Ellen Deitz Tucker That we do not fall betweenthe wide-spaced atoms plottingedge and surface in our world—that the world itself does not fall through us, that our bodiescan move…