From the 2005 edition of The Muse: My Meeting with the Aquatic Child
A child came up from the sea
His skin shiny and scaled
His fingers and toes webbed
Tangled in his hair were strands of seaweed
And bits of kelp
He smelled of vast fathoms unexplored
“How are you today? Asked the lad
“I’m coasting” I replied
“Lovely day for a swim” he whispered
We stood on the beach and watched the tide come in
Mack Fuller