The known (as harbor and/or terra firma) and the unknown (sea and/or inquiry) are tangled. Perhaps a poem? For sure, Kelp comes to mind. Many uses. Sometimes discarded: a nuisance.
I have learned to love seaweed salads -- cold crush. Unexpected. Hint of brine; slant of question, "Where from?" "Where to?"
After this passage let's have some oysters
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All scenes but these taste the same
eloquent mud in a health spa
folded hands in the dark
It's time and the breeze is fresh
iced
forgone