The tide single laced by quicksilver combs the white sand for crustaceans dancing before their worlds of water form around their fragile shells – silence, they move with absolute silence. The moon’s music is not meant for me, though I close my eyes and move with advancements and retreats of the tide.
David Hay’s work has appeared in Expat Press, Bruiser Magazine, and Dodo Eraser. He is the author of the novels How High The Moon and No Birds Sing and the poetry collection On the Edge of the Asylum.