Sea

Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim. Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque, The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth obscuring the bottom. Then, as I reach the far end of the bay it becomes clear again: Small shifts in the miniature dunes beneath With each gentle wave Flurries of sand, stirred up then settle down again Tiny fish the colour of the sea bed, zip along the bottom Zig-zagging in groups of two or three Visible only because of their small black eyes I raise my head and see the small cape rise above me The rocks the same colour as the sand beneath And the same colour as my skin The deep dark greenery covering much of the face of the rock Lush and impenetrable, to me at least Though I know that snakes and ground birds and insects thrive there To be surrounded by this much joy and life To feel permeate my being.