The Abalone Are Dwindling


The abalone are dwindling
In their rocky abodes
Along our coasts

It matters not that the
Maori and others
Understood their sacredness

With only dim sight
They sense their limitless world
Of kelp and water

Once they thrived
Breathing and mating through
Holes in their shells

Clamped down and
Holding tight was enough
As the tides found them

Now I grieve for the
Extraordinary beauty
They created never seeing it

In the twilight waters
The algae they eat influencing
Their evolving shell colors

Author: katzlator

I am an independent consultant interested in how we can support each other's growth and wellbeing by bringing caring awareness to creative collaboration.