You fantasize in crustacean webs,
Sand tumbling as tide turns,
Webs washed willy-nilly
Across the expanse of a Universe.
I dream of crab,
To some imagined crustacean heaven,
Popping eyes, clicking pincers,
All in an effort to take, hold, control.
But it never is,
Never will be.
Life is too full for that.
© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane