I said that I remember my first trip to the beach,
But mostly, I remember the horseshoe crabs,
primordial as they are.
I don’t really remember the ocean, but I remember
In an untidy pile under a table in a dark motel
To my small self, it seemed as if, for just a
moment, I possessed infinity:
An unnumbered embarrassment of horseshoe
Creatures from an ancient sea.
I remember when they began to stink, in another
Mid-way betwen the beach and home.
I couldn’t keep them after all; the stench was too great.
My parents explained this to me, and I
But I also understood that I was not letting them
go because of their smell.
I would have kept them, despite the smell. They
were that precious.
But I had found eternity,
And you can’t take that home with you when you