November 9, 2017
Crab
You’re a crab.
Look, I figured it out–
you’re not drab
but maybe a blue-backed,
uncracked
crab.
You’ve got claws.
You’ve got weapons
at your disposal–
but you think you know it all.
And yet,
in the same breath,
you put yourself down.
No matter how strong
the ground is
you can drill yourself deep.
And I look at you and think:
What a crab.
Maybe like those little white
ones that scuttle across the sand
and dig down
by themselves and only come up
because of the sea.
The overwhelming waves
that we both know you see
coming and yet
you either:
don’t move
dig deeper.
You initially seemed closed off
and your shell was hard
to get through.
But I think I did it.
You’re a crab,
you might be difficult
to open up,
but you’re a specialty
if I’ve ever seen one.