Rippleless water

Empty but the glow and shadow of the tree painted skyline

Light blue, blue, dark blue... 

Cyan

In the still of the morning when God is still asleep 

Individule pine needles, anonymous and intertwined, non-nomenclature are life long neighbors until

Skydiving thin needles to settle on mother's earth,

Who's fists pounded away on the first rows of these pine trees, taking batch of bark

Shadows sublet the sun to bounce off the now

White capped waves

Diamonds in the smooth-wanting Sparkles dash from rock to eye, squinting

ready for the attack

Bristle willingly, fighting, pushing back, leaning in to taller pyramids, triangular-an architect's drawing in geometrical form, leaving biology, and earth science, soft soil... Unique to this land, 

Dangles... 

Swims... 

Fights for air and food these one to four celled origins of being

Becoming bedrock

Smaller stones for sandcastles found at the breach of the hard land

Giving way to giggles, tans, laughs, skin cancers, ditches around buildings alive in the imagination of the young

Beach

Breached


© Jen St George