When I first saw the patterns made by the crabs I thought it was a message for me alone. Now I know differently. I learned to listen to what the tide was telling me. The beach is their canvas, there are many messages as each crab expresses what it feels.
Butterfly
In my dream it was promised
I will be this next.
The tides have told me
I will live in the sun
And make my nest out in the air
The waves will be a memory
Contending clouds
Will be my wide new sea.
Hawk
The shadow of the hawk
Will keep my nemesis – heron
Away, he will not dare
To land near here
My strong magic
Protects me still
Comet
This ocurred in our mothers’ time,
The time of our parents
Beyond our parents.
We watched it fall, that star
Dragging down darkness
Howling as it came.
Soon it grew cold,
Many of the creatures around us
could not survive.
We crabs still
Live upon this beach,
Going, as we do,
About our business.
The Ambitious Drifter 
April 6, 2015 at 12:03 pm
Plus ça change.
😦
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April 5, 2015 at 8:57 pm
Costly, wasteful etc. A long sad story of incompetence….
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April 5, 2015 at 6:14 pm
Struth. I think that’s actually worse. You can’t really call that a sewer system …
😦
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April 5, 2015 at 3:36 pm
The islands on the main sewer system now, so the run off to the beach has less phosphates. Mind you, it gets pupmped into the river up beyond Brooklyn, so what’s the diff?
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April 3, 2015 at 1:36 pm
How ???
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April 3, 2015 at 12:00 pm
I didnt see any 1994 – 2003 whem I was first here, but now there’s some almost every day. They stopped the septics runoff, so maybe new things can thrive now.
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April 1, 2015 at 10:34 am
Good heavens, Peter ! – I never saw these, not in the whole 8½ years we lived there !
They’re WONDERFUL.
They give you room to let your imagination fly, delightfully.
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March 31, 2015 at 10:08 pm
Thanks, I think I’ve only been reblogged once before!
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March 31, 2015 at 9:32 pm
Wow! That’s really pretty. I’m almost anticipating if those crabs are going to pop out of the little holes. Poem is nicely written too. 🙂
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March 31, 2015 at 5:07 pm
I don’t reblog–hardly ever. This one deserved it…
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March 31, 2015 at 4:42 pm
so cool.
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March 31, 2015 at 4:09 pm
Thanks, they’re always doing new patterns 😉
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March 31, 2015 at 4:09 pm
Thanks, I’m very lucky to be able to see them. Thanks for the reblog!
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March 31, 2015 at 3:47 pm
Beautiful words and crab art work.
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March 31, 2015 at 3:36 pm
WE can only imagine who, or what even when seen in the sand an adventure, both mystical yet true Imagine.
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March 31, 2015 at 3:02 pm
Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
This posting is so amazing–both images and words–that I had to reblog it.
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March 31, 2015 at 3:01 pm
This is one of my favorite posts ever, by anybody. Just outstanding. I, too, love the beach art of crabs and tide. Your accompanying poem makes magic of the patterns. Judy
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March 31, 2015 at 2:36 pm
Aah, this is beautiful – both the words and the designs.
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