A Prelude + 

I know only the bare rocks of today. + 

In these lies my brown sea-weed,⁠— + 

green quartz veins bent through the wet shale; + 

in these lie my pools left by the tide⁠— + 

quiet, forgetting waves; + 

on these stiffen white star fish; + 

on these I slip bare footed! + 

Whispers of the fishy air touch my body; + 

“Sisters,” I say to them. + 