when the tide goes out
little water world becomes
quiet and lovely
It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef.
But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely.
The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals.
Crabs rush from frond to frond of the waving algae.
Starfish squat over mussels and limpets, attach their million little suckers and then slowly lift with incredible power until the prey is broken from the rock.
And then the starfish stomach comes out and envelops its food.
Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers.
And black eels poke their heads out of crevices and wait for prey.
The snapping shrimps with their trigger claws pop loudly.
The lovely, colored world is glassed over.
Hermit crabs like frantic children scamper on the bottom sand.
And now one, finding an empty snail shell he likes better than his own, creeps out, exposing his soft body to the enemy for a moment, and then pops into the new shell.
A wave breaks over the barrier, and chums.
From Cannery row by John Steinbeck (Viking, New York, 1945)
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