In the interests of society,
we ask you, please, to not disturb the crab
on the beach. Leave him to his misery
if that’s what you perceive. Don’t let him nab
your purposes, knock over your sweet tea.
It is advised you find your own rock slab
from which to contemplate—and should you see
the same approaching vessel with its haul
of possibilities, and if the dawn
in that fine instant moves you from a crawl
to rise to knees and then to stand, look on.
Grant him his space to gravitate toward all
the joy he left behind when first he reached
across to soothe a crab upon the beach.
© Elaine Stirling, 2015