A Sonnet on a cycle of life
What chancy random tossed you to the shore
so short of breath, so thin of skin
so naked to the sun and wind
to slowly shed the ocean you once wore.
The years to vertebrate lengthen
all choice within your spiral maze
as your shining transcendent grin
grows with the counting of days.
From the towers of Sears and Babel
unto the dark side of the moon
come dominion, whose resounding crackle
of power converges like bride and groom.
Then the tide redraws to the shore
You of the deep breath and thick skin
where thinned to grin you fade and descend
unweaving the web of days:
You belly down through the sand and gravel
To the ocean song of vast and deeply Neptune.