A Piece of Hope

S  l  o  w  l  y gliding across the shimmering sand in the dull light of the sun like surfers on waves, little hope in its stomach.

Starving, dying, looking back with regret and torment on its past,

pain everywhere.

North pacific sea stars are only the start of troubles, we need lush seaweed to lay our miniscule eggs on but that’s harder to find these days.

After all this we only have one relief of life to look forward to, after the seaweeds cry, while our young die with it         

death.

All we have left is hope in you, we need you, we are

Handfish