lucy wightman

seabeds wretched themselves

ornament sized lobsters, a cow speckled seal and  

anemic clam guts

snot between rocks.

a secret pact between galaxies and water,

one catches the other’s lonely, broken things.

starbuds choked up through foam

unbelonging moist creatures

curl their weak starpointed hands into the sand

and stop the eyeless search.

now cradled in my palm

a pocket full of starfish reunited

they are cut from ancient sky.

love arrives too late to save them