The Seaweed Tree by Anne Selden [Annab]

The Seaweed Tree

We are
underwater;
darkness drips
through a seaweed tree.
Electric eels dance, rigidly,
away.

Some great fish roars nearby-
must be crumbling reefs
into rubble.

I hear the tide
in the seaweed tree,
it's waning

like the moon
that's come creeping
through a cloud.

1997 Harrisburg Review