Elegy for a living sea
By Helena Fox
Published 21 March 2023
‘The ocean is a heartbeat,’ she says,
the two of us by a tide pool –
green moss and molluscs,
fishflit and side-eye crabs,
sleeping anemones and surf
grabbing at the flat rock shelf,
gulls wheeling and keening.
She, nearly ten, starts to cry,
the future for her a rise and rise
of tide and heat, of bottle caps and plastic wrap,
of clag and choke and storm and scraps.
The ocean is a pulse
stuttering, a beat
bleating, a wave fractured and flat lining
(I know, my love, I know).
The ocean is a heartbeat
(let us place the ocean to our ear, repenting)
The ocean is a heartbeat
(let us lay our hands on the ocean, reviving)
The ocean is a heart beat —