Standing on a stretch of glossy rocks
lumps of mussel shells
adorned with seaweed
advance forward into my grasp.
Murky greens color the water
in shady reflections,
the thought of wind and shadows
combined.
There is no divider for sky and sea
they are intertwined
like ivy leaves around each other.
For what is not related,
in this cool, salty,
boundary-less place
where the deep comes alive
from bottomless water