Tide pools at Haruta-Hama

  

  I like to jog down to where the long waves try to drag the island into the sea,

      pretend that this is the edge of the universe.

  But every time I look down,

      trying to dodge mollusks and hermit crabs,

  I am greeted by a myriad of miniture worlds:

      Born when the tide goes out. . .

      Released into the ocean when the tide comes in. . .

      Many the size of a tea cup.