A periwinkle high and dry
for long hours, content
I liked to think.
Pried off ledges
(their underparts were foot
and door—)
smashed them for bait,
on a child-sized hook.
Watched the cunners
a man’s length down
nibble in the gloom
on the skewered
nubs of muscle.
Before something
washed the boulders
clean of me, my rod,
creel, sturdy
shoes, jack knife.