Channel organic

Bent over the banister overlooking the channel at the end of the day,
watching the may happenings of the wildlife, in its last urge to accomplish its daily mission
before the monarch of the day ends its circle,
I see,
The white flakes of seagulls, fluttering above the buffet at the surface of the water,
like hungry guests at a cocktail party, elbowing their way closer to the finest appetizers,
swooping down on the regal feast.
I see,
Down below,
The emerald green waters harboring the precious bounty of smelt, crabs, and barnacles,
of algae and green, mossy substance, clung like suction pads to their heavy mineral anchors,
shadowing unfathomable realms, where all the agitation from the surface is muffled,
only disturbed by the occasional ripple of a fish.
I see,
The emerald waters turning clear, as they gently tickle the sticky, muddy shore
patterned with starshaped bird prints
Then comes the rich, organic smell of iodine, that tastes of sea urchin,
bringing about the call of the open sea, filling you in with a month vacation in an instant.