edges

edges of the sea
are more alive
more effective and determined
and where the shallows
are content with morsels
leaving to the deeps some
sweet remains
some palliative for a
greedy hunger,
do these edges of my
sea

i can sit and dawdle
entertain with swirlings
draw arcana in the sand
with just a swizzle for my
wand
forgive my little musings
my toes are salty
brown from lazy and loopy
contemplation
should i have been a prophet
is there a better man
for whispery secrets?