Poem for Wednesday and Puget Sound Animals

Sanctuary
By Donika Kelly

The tide pool crumples like a woman
into the smallest version of herself,
bleeding onto whatever touches her.

The ocean, I mean, not a woman, filled
with plastic lace, and closer to the vanishing
point, something brown breaks the surface—human,

maybe, a hand or foot or an island
of trash—but no, it’s just a garden of kelp.
A wild life.

This is a prayer like the sea
urchin is a prayer, like the sea
star is a prayer, like the otter and cucumber—

as if I know what prayer means.

I call this the difficulty of the non-believer,
or, put another way, waking, every morning, without a god.

How to understand, then, what deserves rescue
and what deserves to suffer.

Who.

Or should I say, what must
be sheltered and what abandoned.

Who.

I might ask you to imagine a young girl,
no older than ten but also no younger,
on a field trip to a rescue. Can you

see her? She is led to the gates that separate
the wounded sea lions from their home and the class.
How the girl wishes this measure of salvation for herself:

to claim her own barking voice, to revel
in her own scent and sleek brown body, her fingers
woven into the cyclone fence.

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I had a quiet Wednesday; talked to my high school friends in the morning, took a walk to the beach in the afternoon, watched some of the Mariners victory and the Orioles loss while doing computer work and chores. Tonight has been mostly third season Grantchester (Geordie getting what he deserves). 

We got Effie's urinalysis back and it looks like she probably has the bad kind of bladder stones -- the ones that require surgery -- but the vet wants to give it a couple of weeks to see if the antibiotics and change in diet helps (we'll be changing Katniss's diet too, since she is equally overweight). 

I had plans to watch movies long-distance with Kristen but she lost power in the East Coast storms, so she had to postpone. We saw lots of animals that weren't whales on the whale watching cruise: harbor seals, sea lions, seagulls, terns, ducks, bald eagles, plus crows and starfish in the port: