The ocean curls over my feet:
whale pee, shark pee, my own.
If I held a Geiger counter down there
and it clicked hard and fast,
would it be my feet or Fukushima?
So many places washing my feet,
so many creatures I can’t even imagine
part of the vast marinade I stand in.
I am almost ready for soup.
(feet: rebloggy.com; creature: pinterest.com)