i layed on the algae-encased rocks looked at the blaring sun until i could look away and all
that’s visible is onyx landscape.
i look to the side-
half my face in the water.  
half just above
i feel the thick cool stream that makes my hair
dance and tangle
leaving fragments of organisms in my curls.
one with earth
i refused to leave the shore of rigid pebbles-
warmth in the body of water from the areas that the sun kissed for too long.
rather bake on bedrocks
raisin fingers
while i ponder how far down i could go until
people start to wonder of my whereabouts.