at the edge,
where the water
laps over my toes and
threatens to wash my ankles.
I like to look across the waves to
the line of light created by the cusp
of the emerald sea and a cerulean-blue
sky and watch it shimmer like shattered glass.
I like to imagine I am wading towards that horizon,
pulling through the cold, salty water as icy chills inch
their way up my spine and send shivers through my body.
Then after breathing in deeply I will sink deep, deep, deeper,
into the calm water beneath and watch the silver fishes flit like
fireflies until I eventually have to rise and break the surface for air.