Sinking
Sinking by Kailin Bateson
as the ship sank down below
beyond the sunlight’s grasp
the moon pulled the waves in and out
for they crashed at last
splinters and shells swirling
twirling in the sand
ready to poke someone in the foot
or be collected and admired
if the chips are not seen
and the scratches can be hidden
and the hermit crab hiding inside
can be tended to with care
and just because something is sinking
does not mean it can’t be saved