The Poetry Well is a monthly column that showcases island poetry. This month includes a poem by C. Hunter Davis.
I started writing in fourth grade as I was a daydreamer and saw the sole purpose of school as a means to create dreams. Miraculously I finished a graduate program and after a stint of legal beagle writing, I found my old notebooks and reopened them. Here on Vashon is a treasured place for writers, artists, fir trees and rocky beaches.
— C. Hunter Davis
Low Tide on Vashon
Seawater calms to a napping cat.
Osprey clutch sculpins
again and again.
A spree of sandpipers skim by.
Mew gulls pretending to tire
continue delivery to family.
Red rock crab have stage fright
moon snails are confident understudies.
Delight is the pursuit of
the glaucous gull.
The tale and the tide get
longer and longer
revealing our indemnity.
Rockweed and sea lettuce garland the shore
twisting and turning in the chaos we relish.