'Beach at Coney Island 1879' by Samuel Carr‘Nesting Season’ and Other Poetry by Michael Angel Martín The Society August 18, 2017 Beauty, Humor, Poetry Nesting Season Little sleep. The night heat did not relent. You startle me up as day breaks over the tent to show me the sea-turtle tracks you found through the bluestems behind the campground. I hardly rub my eyes when you unzip the mosquito mesh with insistence, gripped by the life that washed up so near to us. On the shore we are careful not to fuss with the fin-prints spread on the sand. We tip-toe over dunes, the day unplanned on this beach with its unreported nest, our watchful footing, and little rest. Consider the Lilies Running the limestone trail in Bill Baggs Park, I hear sea-grape leaves crunch underfoot. As for the rest beneath this mangrove arch I’m confounded, tongue-tied, and hard-put. Whatever croaks the first persons saw fit Became the names of things in our world. What was once sharp ancestral wit, Is now a coral relic. And yet, new shoots Do unfurl. So today I’ll play off my ignorance, overhaul the taxonomy, And refuse our moldy inheritance. I present you my own ecology: Zebrafly, Flowergun, Pinkfrond, Snailroot, Fingerslinks, Spaceclam, Oysterleaf, Swampfruit Michael Angel Martín was born and raised in Miami, FL. His interests include stringed musical instruments, benedictine contemplation, and mall food. His poems can be found in or are forthcoming in Dappled Things, Anglican Theological Review, The Offbeat, Green Mountains Review, Saint Katherine Review, The Mondegreen, Pilgrim, Presence, Jai-Alai, and elsewhere. Related Post ‘The Garrett Loft’ by Leo Yankevich In garret lofts poor artists have quite often painted women bathing, combing hair inside a nearby mirror… __________________________Your eyes softe... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.