June 1, 1991
St. James Barbados, West Indies
along soft-colored strata of eroded aged rocks
crowned with beach morning glory making a purple statement
as it purposefully weaves
elongated patterns of support upon weathered terrain
watery wave sounds, muffled sounds
accented with unsynchronized popping clicks of pistol shrimp
a calliope of repetitive sounds
that beckons one closer to view liquid windows
randomly scattered on a dense wet carpet
peppered with brown encrusted razar-edged porous coral
punctuated with dark craggy dens of cushioned surprises
speared with black, red, and white thin piercing needles.
An impressionist’s canvas of pigmented creatures
cast a halo effect of submerged beauty.
Chiseled rock ledges frame the window
producing quiet shades of camouflage for a nomadic limpet
undulating its fleshy margin in harmony
within the seemingly restful retreat.
Streaking sunlight orchestrates a fluid rhythm and
provides snapshots of intense diversity which piques one’s senses.
A star of brittle form glides determined extended arms awkwardly
among the finely textured bottom.
Tapered green blades conceal fish stenciled with drill sergeant stripes
and gossamer ruffles of green
provide cool intermittent shadows for elusive blunt-nosed speckled fish
etching darting designs in concert with a feathery flat worm
coordinating its pink- skinned ciliated podia
moving segments in unison sliding and jerking side to side
toward pitted coral of refuge.
Zig- zagged marked shells and
armored “suction cups” ringed with an aurora of cottony fuzz
(oblivious to the windows of delight)
adhere tightly to calcareous, pocked walls
sharing their niche with tufts of cropped punk-rock hair
enhancing the composition of the liquid snapshot.
A sunlight wave length below the line of water
reveals a shell of top- hat elegance
among deliberately formed fleshy globes
of translucent grape appendages sporting vinyl coats.
the window for restless tides shimmers nervously
anticipating its vulnerability to the harsh energy powered waves
that will spew bubbled white froth.
Shaken and agitated the window strains to capture a reflective moment
- a dark image –
two stately framed Bajan boys armed with assault weapons
searching for their seafood buffet.
Barbados: Tidal Pool
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