Our Daily Swim

give us this day, this morning’s quarter moon

as it appears under the bridge

a sketch in chalk

witnessed

by my one-eyed view

between breaths

~

& below the cold veil

razor clams,

soft & little necks

too, a whelk

& a wonder of scallops

alive swept

from the grasses

(we hover, collect, tuck them

in our swim caps for supper)

~

unevenly still the bay


we glide & pull trespass

past the cormorant’s rock


its resident, wing-wide praising the sun

basting

its black matte heart