Tidepool

11.22.13

Cars skidding by through rain on the street
woke me.  Unless there's a lion on the end
of the bed, I'm not supposed to feel like this.
Everyone has a god in the end.  Predators shout
about themselves from everywhere on earth.  But
at the bottom of the food chain, life can be quiet.
Rain on your small patch of moss. 
Rain in your small tidepool.  Look how
the saltwater laps against the old rocks.
You know this corner of the world.  For now,
it is yours.  Gills or lungs, breathe it.