Big Island Rush

Broken over the shallows turned into sulfur This tide-less abandon to bright limpet snails- That's where you'll find me in particle madness in crystalline pools uncontrollably pale Flooding the pockets in rocks of the ancients Silting the salt and amassing the waves Somewhere there broken out over the shallows a thousand odd shells in a thousand odd graves You'll find me there parting my breath into hollows lapping up sea storms, sunburned of tongue Eyelashes, algae heart pumping tidal Microscope vision honed in on the sun- (Inspired by a wide angle photograph of the sea, at low tide, baring it's rocks in yellow. It literally takes my breath with the scope of it's secrets in suddenly deep green pools in the distance...)