Animals: “Coming Out/Low Tide” by Mischa Kuczynski
Coming Out/Low Tide
Walking across the barnacles
taking off my shoes
so I would also suffer
finding the small green pools
in which it was possible—
by looking into them—
to really be alone.
Anemones either disguised
or decorated in small stones
wait to eat—
my fingers too
feel the hungry sucking.
But which feels more like breathing—
the daily rush of light and air
or the weight of the ocean
on their faces?