A ray’s fin
and a puffer’s gaze;
two terns beat their wings while
fern fronds pivot towards the clouds.
A thrown pebble
returns to shore
one day.
Wouldn’t you like to be there?
A woman cuts down mangroves
and a man catches fingerlings—
again, a child laughs.
Fisherfolk watch nearby:
Maybe this
is the tide that
carries the pebble to its shore
and all that was wrong
resolves.
Look up:
I see that a sun will soon
rise
and its pink dawn will light
this long shoreline
where your hope
bore on.