Tidepools

Born into the soothe of tidepools hardly a ripple hardly a care infinity in the shallow so near but there are no treasures here only the seduction of security. on the horizon you see shinning things maps to treasures that we're born to seek knee deep we frolic about then slide into the thick blue where thrashers abound There it lies like a sleepy silver eye on the sandy shelf just above the abyss awaiting destiny you reach bit by bit it's always just out of reach You've convinced yourself that you've given your best heart pirates move in and glean the last fleck from your chest. Return to shallows warm- a bit battered and worn (knowledge and wisdom came at a premium price) back into the tidepool of reflection the horizon scribes the journey from beginning to end.