...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Friday, March 11, 2016

32. Sighting an Octopus While Walking in the Estuary

I keep my head turned
toward the water, to watch

fish—minnows and mullet,
mostly. I saw a small group

of jellyfish, pulsating ghosts
leaning in the direction they swam.

I saw, moving parallel with me
what looked like a fleshy rocket

propelled through the water.
It turned and jetted straight

to where I watched, two feet
from the edge, stopped,

swung what trailed it to its front
in my direction, and opened

an array of tentacles it used
in eight inches’ depth to walk

along the bottom—to be near me?
To regard me? It jetted away

after a few. There was trash
in the water. Always is.

I want that little thing to live.  
A skimmer flew by with its

mandible making a wake in
the surface like a waterski.

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