Low Tide

At low tide, when Water opened
her workshop, her shining hands unrolled
a fabric so light I saw straight down
to the loom on which it was born

-- long ropes of sands rigid like muscles
on the sea's floor, seeded with
ghostly pebbles polished like eggs
waiting in weedy nests

and a crab claw hugging its shadow
and the pleated rim of a clam,
till the sea threw out a net
that spun itself from the breath of the waves,

in threads so fine I saw its shine
in leaf and stone and the sunset's plumage
and the light that was always there,
waiting for me to find it. -
By Nancy Willard

Quote of the day-
Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful
A.R. Ammons

Fact of the day-
A broken clock is still right twice a day!