I speak of running fluent tides
Filling bubbling rock pools with swirling rings
Of cobalt, thick, between layered layering
Tales of sea washed pebbles, ice smooth,
ice grey, ice green.
Echo each ripple in circular sequence
Forms forming fine linear rings fall into
concave ceramic shallows.
Circumfluent undulations break into voids,
Fracture into droplets.
I tell of tumbling tides, rolling waves,
Pulling currents and ebbing seas
Of clay formed popples.