We came spluttering to the surface and crawled to shore
and waste no time looking for more. We head
straight for the glimmering rock pools, filled with
life unimaginable. The sunlight
dances on the surface of the pools, hiding
their contents under tiny, gold crested waves,
until you’re bearing down on top of them.
Sinking your hand in, blissfully unaware
that something might bite and nick the skin of
your thumb. Unaware that blood would start to
spill from the stinging wound and mix with the
gilded water in the pool – dulling it
to a murky bronze. Unaware that something
hides in the dark, waiting to be disturbed.