Alchemy

Shape shifting

Water,

rippled in the breeze,

curled edges running quickly to sharp sand,

changing the shape

of this strand,

where bare white crabs

sleep in shallow,

sun-warmed,

salty pools,

where flesh pink shells glisten

like jewels and

raucous sea-gulls

swoon

in a summer-blue sky.

Where Oyster Catchers ride the tide

inches above foam crested waves that break,

the way they always do.

My shadow, cast on seaweed covered rocks, will change, and change, and change.

Welcome home said the sea.

In the muddied mix of life, my footprints finding a trough of fertile silt.

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Shape Shifting © 2014 Teri Flynn @ Masked Native