There are shallows of water-
here after the tides receded.
Gathered together lie small urchins
and slimy anemones, tentacles laying
flaccid in the salty water.
The stones around the pool’s perimeter
are stained with dark purple mosses
and have cracked through over thousands
of years of altered weather.
The water is hot, hotter than it has been since
the beginning days,
towards the equator, boiling ocean and
endless steam has become the current state
In the pool there linger some small silver fish
their eyes tiny coal black dots, mouths
gaping to suck oxygen out of their microcosmic
Above them, reflected dimly on their scales,
hangs the sun.
Red and throbbing, the moon a black hole
across its face. It swells noticeably,
reaching out its plasma tendrils
to embrace the world.