Between sagebrush and the lichened rocks,
a covey of quail employ themselves.
Light disperses in the spray, and a seal
ducks under again. Home for them.
Swell and curl, the untrained wave
trains under lunar pull. Few things
outreach the power of touch.
supreme in its trouble and possessiveness,
a human observes its shadow
lengthening across the surf. In this commotion, does it
too have a natural place — and the tide
pushes then drags a lumpy shampoo
over a collection of broken teeth.