Eyes open. Spines neat.
All the striped rocks.
Leave them. Jellies are orange
as medicine bottles. The red ones sting. I have
one question for you while blue veins
are still visible on your sternum,
while it is Sunday
and early crocus breaks
ring-streaked above ground.
Have you touched it yourself, the one
soft as an eye? Bring your jacket,
your rubber boots. Mitts on a string.
Today we are harvesting green sea urchins.
Don’t you find they are easier to gather
in winter through ice sheets
bluer than evening?