Rivers flowing to the sea
the spring in me
the sparkling delight
of sun immersed in water
tonight
One day rich sludge
stuck in the mud
the rust of the high tide
containments line the shores
On the other side
flip-side
midnight dips
in phosphorescent light
When we learn to respect the tide
A vision of how it could be
living in the city
A manta ray swimming next to me
through the fog
and the mist
of the harbour
Mourning vision
A penguin on the rocks
declaring safe charter
A marine sanctuary
right there
over here
Clear as day
the mussels clinging to the rocks
seaweed swinging
arcs bright