Deep in sea lake’s mouth are birds
On stick, waiting for deaths on sea.
They are two death birds watching
Sea- lake from fish net sticks perch
The sea lake will be fed by evening
By the high tide, that comes twice.
Red crabs writhe in a plastic bowl
As they will, in customer stomachs
Their red stomachs writhe at touch.
Their tentacles draw back to touch.
Our boat’s sputter makes a dolphin
Leap from sea to make new breath.
Sea opens a mouth in the distance
Emptying a lake on island villages
Lake villages sit on distant shores
Like monsoon’s moss on old walls
They have the protective goddesses
On low hills, overlooking a blue sky.