The rock pool is a unique thing, it is a portion of the ocean made accessible, revealing itself come low tide. I had to know your rhythm, when would there be a place for me to stand?
I would. It was worth it, I could disappear I was quiet in awe of your beauty, your sound.
I walked the rocks for hours, each pool glittering until in view. Like candy in a crystal bowl the color within beams, rippling pattern moves with the water. Occasionally I’d reach in, interrupting your dance, there had been a shell so attractive I might take it. It never looked as glossy as it did in the water, dull in my possession. I could only enjoy the pool in a direct way, the wonder was the whole.
I can’t visit right now so I’ll create my own dance.