On your annual trip to the island, there are certain things you will only encounter if you rise in that hour when the moon melts and the sun yawns and stretches toward the new day. I know this because, left to the powers of inertia, these two weeks inevitably return me to my natural state: late nights and late mornings, something Miska has accepted (encouraged even), though she does not understand. When the wise ones speak of the ways that love must learn to sacrifice for the other, they typically do not have in mind grand gestures such as jumping in front of a bullet or draining your 401K to fulfill your spouse’s dream of sailing a 22-foot cutter to Portugal. Rather, I imagine they envision something more like your early-rising wife slipping gently out of bed so as not to wake you, making certain to leave warm coffee in the pot and ever so softly exiting to answer the ocean’s call.
However, at least once or twice on these trips, a fellow has to be the first to set the beans to brew, the one to sit solitary on the sand and watch the dolphins pass. All the better if the gods, aware that these moments are few, insist on their version of fireworks and allow me a front row seat as the Super Moon tips its hat upon exit.
When you sit quiet on the sand at dawn, this is when you catch sight of the large sand crabs who rarely crawl out their labyrinth tunnels during the day. One particularly large crab, with two beady eyes, emerges from his hole no more than fifteen feet from me. He climbs out slowly, eyes taut, watching me, watching me. He stares me down for minutes. I do not move. Is this how prizefighters feel, peering from their corners, before the first bell? I need to scratch my face, but I am in a contest. I do not want to lose, and I do not want to scare the fearful crustacean back underground.
The crab sits frozen, not so much as a twitch. After a long and vigilant surveillance, the crab commences a skittish dance, maybe 10 inches, to the right, tosses a small load of sand out of his claw, dances back to his hole, stares me down for another minute or two, then disappears. This scenario repeats over and again. The little beast’s eyes never slacken, never move off me. The dance is always sidewise, keeping me in full view. The crab moves quick, jerky. I am his sole attention.
Many of us exist in the way of the crab. We live skittish, furtive. We take all our cues from others. We hop sideways, eyes strained for any hint of disapproval. Even when we show ourselves or offer something of ourselves, we move measured and tentative, a demonstration that we’re about to hang our sense of well-being on the way our gift will (or will not) be received. We want to be noticed, and we do not want to be noticed. It’s an exhausting, tenuous subsistence.
I want to tell the crab to watch the waves and the gorgeous moon and those magnificent dolphins, not me. I’d love to see the crab dance bold, maybe strut the Tango or even the Harlem Shake across that sand. Now that would be something.
12 Replies to “The Way of the Crab”
This is so good…we love watching the crabs at the coast, but I dont think I’ve ever seen them in this way. What a telling revelation.
they’re interesting little critters, aren’t they?
As a lover of all things “beach”, I recognize the crab dance. It is amazing to see how you can see something so many times and then take an aha! moment from it. Nice to know there are people like you out there to help us along life’s journey. Really enjoy your blog. Thanks
thank you, Susan
Beautifully written…I was able to picture that crab watching you…. and the ending was stunning and pointed perfectly at something we all need to try to consider… ah… the Tango..working on it! Blessings to you Winn….
and to you
Oh, gorgeous, Winn. Yeah, I’d like to see that crab dance, too. Maybe especially THIS crab.
I bet you cut a mean rug
And the crab listened, learnt and lived happily ever after
I can just picture myself here on that shore………Loved this post, really…really loved it. Thank you for a mini vacation in the middle of my work day!
thank you, lori
As cancer I have always wondered about my sign of the crab and now I’m studying ,I enjoyed your story .