A foot’s pressure spreads
a dull halo on slick sand.
Pop goes bladderwrack.
The line of a dragged stick bends
around a spiny puff and tentacles
bunched by frothing lips of swash.
Seethe-away backwash
plumes off shards unrushably
milled to blunt and matt.
Chris Andrews lives in Sydney, on Wangal land. He writes poems and translates books of prose fiction, most recently Liliana Colanzi’s You Glow in the Dark (New Directions, 2024).