And there they were,
tucked low and close,
among the sea stones.
In search of mussels,
I found a star fish,
suddenly thrust into
a direct hit of sun.
A moment to make sense of this,
and then:
more of them,
large ones,
blue,
white,
coral,
star fish.
Low tide,
just minutes spent out of water,
I watched as the ocean returned
down into the crevices.
I went down, too,
and stayed,
lost in the reverie of tides,
as the water settled in around their arms,
opening,
displaying minute filaments,
white as pearl,
slowly reaching for,
rock,
kelp,
and each other.
And there I was,
caught,
not in a net,
but in awe,
as each one vanished,
beneath the waves.
aneverydaypoet60 