by Carol R. Sunde
Please return this beached log
loaded with gooseneck barnacles,
back to the sea. See
their writhing necks and fern-like
curling and uncurling cirri
as if in anxious confused plea
to go home—not dry
and die in the inexplicable
harsh sun and sand.
Be merciful. Let
a rogue wave lift and carry them
back to where they belong drifting
awash in cool ocean water.
Copyright Sunde 2024