The Glow From Within

Waves stroke the shore

Like a mother would her child’s head.

Neon blue smattering paints the tide

Mother Nature's reminder that Jackson Pollock's a plagiarist

These embers of fluorescent light glow the ocean from within

Breaking through the black sea

With a soft radiance so tiny

It almost doesn’t exist.

An imitation of the pinprick stars spanning the sky

The phosphorus algae try to cling to the beach

Shouting, “Why can’t you see I just want to be held?”

But the shore remains silent, content to let go.