We have cried so much.
Where the water stood we have sown land,
yet here is the shoreline where we need it to be.
A storm stirs the sea.
They say it came from Spain bringing fresh loads of hours for us to peer into.
The crabs and seagulls–now they are hungry.
The sea kelp makes a shelter for sand crabs.
I get a rain jacket and the clam shovel.