The World is Simple soft, loose curlicues of sea palm torn from rock during the storm lucent sea lettuce rimming glass-clear pools compassed by yellow sponges sharpened by barnacles reacting to spasmodic surges in spumy yellow circles   these watery hollows hold shell-grit in skeletal cavities a plastic lure spat out by the sea and fishing-line caught on a mussel bed re-made into a wreath of weed   clouds in the mirror ripple a vulture shadow for whom sculpin quivers could possibly mean food but as the tide pulls in the black wings cut away along the cliff having apprehended…