On the tidal mud, just before sunset, <br />dozens of starfishes <br />were creeping. It was <br />as though the mud were a sky <br />and enormous, imperfect stars <br />moved across it as slowly <br />as the actual stars cross heaven. <br />All at once they stopped, <br />and, as if they had simply <br />increased their receptivity <br />to gravity, they sank down <br />into the mud, faded down <br />into it and lay still, and by the time <br />pink of sunset broke across them <br />they were as invisible <br />as the true stars at daybreak.<br /><br />Galway Kinnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-2/
