Caves and Currents

At the first inkling of the morning's light I'm crisp with the air and the salt's delight. I sneak past the shore where my footprints dissolve to the cave where my waking thoughts revolve. The walls echo robin's egg blue and then green of the jade and then sand as the tide sends its waters from the depths of the depths to the place where I stand on dry land. Anemones cling to the mouth of the cave and houses of creatures as shells find their grave in small pools. I'm enclosed in the cool balmy palm of both rock and the currents beyond. As the sun bleaches bright all that's happened outside My eyes open wide to the calm...