I am exposed

A fat seal left on barnacled rocks

Bent like a black banana

By the ebb of tides-

Whose rhythms I should know better

Soft over-blown body

Burnt by the sardonic gaze

Of the cruel sun

I live only in the hope

That the waters that spat me

Will turn again

Will roll me in the weeds and wracks

Will hide me

In the dappled deep