Filter Feeder – #NaPoWriMo – Day 29

photo: Crow 911

Tonight

my anemone skin

seethes in the boil

of moonlit space,

invisible cilia

ripple and wave

hungry to capture

anything.

Seldom

am I so tightly

wrapped in my flesh.

Seldom so unable

to dismiss it for

the carapace

I have no

use for.

Perhaps

it is exhaustion

or the rare desire

for the unknown:

the scent of

a night flower.