Left high and dry,
the water retraced its steps
stranding the sea star on the sand
like a marooned pirate.
Unable to find its watery home,
with the silent calling of an arm
exposed and vulnerable.
Not waving but sun-drowning
with the pool of Siloam sea,
out of reach
like a miracle -
close but just beyond.
Tomorrow, if the tide falls short,
the dry sun-decked, gull pecked,
crab snacked, brittled star
will lie like a discarded sweet wrapper
until eager eyed children
sweep it up in the enthusiasm