Low Tide

High tide hides many sins.
Unsightly seabed in sunlight
reveals pitted and blemished rocks,
barnacle rough and slime soft
so you slip and seafloor sand lingers in the cuts.
Crooked shell creatures scuttle in the thick kelp smell
both missing their soft and briny home.
Gravity pulls the ripple silk sheet up the sand,
lapping and gulping at gravelly gullies,
covering twice-a-day secrets
with submerged marine manners.