Delight in liquid sea-green,
Washing pebbles
In transparent equality.
Solvent clear as air

And cool
To bathe the blood
And salve the sun,
Hot on the body.

Perhaps a metaphor
For transition
To other energy:
The ever blue

When we
Were nothing
In the seamless
Beginnings

When freedom
Was our own,
As was
Fluent, weightless buoyancy.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015