Buoys

Buoys

Plunging into a sea
~~~green feathered stalks stood
swaying in the ebb and flow of
a balmy breeze.

Slowly treading water
around me
in every direction,
yellow buoys broke the surface.
They appeared like a million
faces lit by the sun…

Overhead, the skyscape
~~~a blue canopy
holds patches of seabirds,
their wings casting endless expressions.

This body ‘alive’
~~~the hues
being born again unto themselves.