Submitted by mudlark on Sun, 02/22/2009 - 13:56
Winner WILDCARE
Tasmania Nature Writing Prize 2007.
Published in Island
Magazine 110, 2007
Polyp
I stand in a graveyard. One of the saddest I’ve seen. Its silence and stillness represent the end of immeasurable life. Beyond the shoreline the clear sea deepens to pale green then turquoise before it reaches the uplifted corals of the outer reef, a thin line drawn parallel to the coast. Waves break lazily over the reef in a dull, distant drone.
