Walked down to the bay.
Tide was low,
So we could go onto the
shelf where sea had been.
To explore the rock; to
wonder at its ancient
formation
and since, effects
of relentless
erosion.
All about were amoeba,
crabs, sea weeds and limpets.
On beach - shells of
infinite shape and
hue.
And at its perimeter,
nesting holes in cliffs
and spiders’ webs to view.
Returned uphill, mentally
refreshed;
Ascending with ease as
will the seas behind us
To again refresh the tidal
zone we left behind.
© David Leicester
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