Sea Star



Sea Star


The sea star clings

to the sharp rock walls

in salted purple 


as if a sweat-stained cape 


its many shoulders

with superhero ease


while it waits

for the sea


and we watch

disarmed by the question 

of low tide


and turn away,

scattering our gazes 


where other constellations hang

luminous and 

out of reach


and still, at our feet curls

this glistening dust 

its powerful arms extending

to hold every slippery rock


asking us to embrace

even this longing


as if the stars were also

reflected within us


whenever we crouch


to face the sea.

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