Rock Pooling

The short, sharp slap

of a firefly's wings

as it catches the morning sun

over an ocean of rock pools.

Each carries its own life order,

none the same;

every which one set on a course

that is uniquely its own.

Shells seek to out glisten the pool,

whilst the seaweeds of electric green

and copper coated hue

lie out a sensuous invite.

The sun, now high in reign,

dances merrily on the water,

her rays reaching deep,

her touch without end.

Soon all will be washed away

as the tides of time

come crashing inland

without any thought to hesitate.

Then, it will be all over.

Now, for a time at least,

serenity is all

and ignorance is bliss.


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This photo is from The Cleveland Way, up passed Cowbar and on the way to Skinningrove. The sea was so blue, the sky electric. We'd come here to recover after a riverside walk that developed into a jungle experience. All duly touched by that old favourite, nettle sting, we climbed up the hill to Cowbar and the solace of this view.