Mystique

Combing the Salish Sea

rests a rock ship run ashore.

An outcrop beauty beckoning a closer look

I’ve been away for awhile.

Venturing along crusted rock pools

my Puget Sound origins revive.

Weightless in Hood Canal

among the white Plume Anemones.

The San Juan Islands, another world

captivates our laden boat.

Swaying kelp forests, where rhythmic light mingles

purple rock crabs keep scout on the floor.

Surging craggy reefs, flowing Lingcod

big eerie Cabezon glide the darker depths.

A dancing invitation of a playful sea pup

engaging eyes greet my surprised masked face.

Crashing swims, banana peeling weight, worth it

an octopus at the end of a jetty rainbow.  

On this day, I hop over the wet swirling sand

tides of change, reflecting yesterday.