A large blanched sculpture torn
by wind from an injured tree
reaches with brown and twisted arms
from its resting place on the sand
to the sky
The raging surf will carry it away
to sink of its own weight,
bob on the floor of the sea
for colorful fish to sift
through its history
Over time it will be dismantled for
the museums of the deep
and in the memories of those who
stop and stand enchanted by
this tortured artifact of the past life