You have asked me what the crustacean spins between its limbs of gold
and I answer: the sea knows it.
Hold a hazelnut up to your eyes
as a lens for seeing through,
then wake to a katydid and say its name.
In the 1940s, Rachel Carson began developing an ethic of wonder that stood at the centre of her ecological philosophy.
If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.