The Puget Sound

Back in my youth I walked the shores of the Puget Sound

I listened and felt the crashing of the waves, the sound of the surf

the feel of the sand on my feet

the tide pools, the bay and estuaries

the intertidal zone

hermit crabs, sand dollars, sea anemones, chitons,

so much marine life

jars of crustaceans, my nets full of jelly-fish, a piece of driftwood

I knew this strata well, it was once my playground

a never-ending perpetually fascinating galaxy

of flora and fauna.