Grammar of Seaweed

It’s not language, in our sense
these wisps and snarls and scatters of slimy green along the tidal zone
no need to twist itself into concepts, distinctions, judgements, assassinations

Still, it communicates
a sense of the great speaking of All:
the rainbow
the pebble
and this dance of seaweed

What does it say
to the foam
to the indifferent geese who nevertheless listen
to the still-attentive shells
to the ripples that will shortly return?

Though I can’t read that scrawl
O Earth
your message is clear and unmistakable