Dahlias of stars fill the sky.
Below, a mysterious expanse
of sea, home to anomalies,
exotic and strange exist in
deep trenches or rise to the
Bell shaped blobs with slippery
tendrils and sun seeking plankton
catch in the froth of white horses
that drop them on the shore,
feast to scavengers or saved
by the rush of incoming waves.
We are grains of sand ,
A speck of hope, an inclination of desire
spellbound in particles of splendor,
beating against the current,
crying out for the tide to save us.
“Dahlia of the Universe ” Diane Marcotte