Sunny surface water rippling reflected rays of light.
Shimmering shards of broken beems, warm and clear.
Currents sway gently.
This way, now that way, perhaps playful like happy dolphins.
Cooler here.
Darker here.
falling.
Falling falling down down deep through depths.
Curling coiling rithing roiling reaching seaking dragging down down down.
Down darker, deeper, arms reaching up.
Cold.
So very cold and still here, a bitter chill here.
To awake and find the salt drops still here.
thoughts of a whimsical artist
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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