The crab’s remnants were fixed in exaltation on the jettied rock, its jagged point pointing towards Maui’s heavens, the 11 AM sun scorching my brother and I’s backs as he cliff jumps, and I watch from the lava rocks; the sun’s bands peering through the hand held above my brow the crab’s pearls before me hollow, gazing at the sun the breeze air-stripping its former shell of a colored shape a climbing tide against the smooth volcanic crust my brother rising with it our bodies resettled on the rocks his hand across my shoulder “I wish we could experience this With everyone” The red and white flakes of the old crab’s shell drifting into the Pacific lure of the blue a call from the jagged edge of Maui, my brother jumping in again.
Morgen! International Poetry & Translation.
in paradiso, ego sum