Liquid Illusion

Intent on gleaning secrets, I observed my own reflection (instead of marine life) in this tide pool--its surface intoning, impulsing, insisting on its own rhythm, insinuating my face between its depth and my inquisitive mind. In this instant, I realized I must look beyond surfaces, incessant distractions. I plunged my bare face into the pool, invasive in my effort to discover its immense treasure, its unique interpretations--its soul.