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...
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