Watching the Sea Go

               Thirty seconds of yellow lichen.
 
Thirty seconds of coil and surge,
               fern and froth, thirty seconds
                                of salt, rock, fog, spray.
 
                                                                           Clouds
 
moving slowly to the left—
 
               A door in a rock through which you could see
 
                                            __
 
another rock,
                                laved by the weedy tide.
 
               Like filming breathing—thirty seconds
 
of tidal drag, fingering
               the smaller stones
                                down the black beach—what color
 
               was that, aquamarine?
Starfish spread
 
                                their salmon-colored hands.
 
                                            __
 
 
               I stood and I shot them.

I stood and I watched them
               right after I shot them: thirty seconds of smashed sea
                                while the real sea
 
                                thrashed and heaved—
 
               They were the most boring movies ever made.
I wanted
 
                                to mount them together and press Play.
 
                                            __
 
 
               Thirty seconds of waves colliding.
Kelp
 
               with its open attitudes, seals
                                riding the swells, curved in a row
 
                                just under the water—
 
                                                 the sea,
 
               over and over.
                                                 Before it's over.

Copyright Credit: Dana Levin, "Watching the Sea Go" from Banana Palace. Copyright © 2016 by Dana Levin.  Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.
Source: Banana Palace (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)