Hunting Ab

Each time it’s a risk when I let those waters close in over me

every time I rise again, I can’t believe how far down I went

carry my treasures with me to shore, their shells lumpy and brown

ugly looking things, in the afternoon sun, by the water

but when I crack them open, oh the meat will be sweet

their iridescent shine attracts a crowd, beauty

is what lines their core and secures their flesh

for the moment I can rest and watch the clouds roll

my muscles are sore from the pull, my mind even more so

I know I will go back in, but sometimes I fear the sea

down there, along the shelf, monsters lie in wait

the world is airless and cold, I can’t breathe in the dark

only feel with my fingers for them, lumped on the rock

I know I will go back in, I have no choice, I am a hunter

I am addicted to the shine of their shells

but each time I must go deeper, God I know…

monsters lie in wait for me