Tattoos, Travels, and Tidbits

When you first learn to walk through the tide pools

Your body is confused and shaking

Adult syndrome tells you

Injury is one step away

Wet rocks plastered with silken maroon algae

After you see the creatures move

A hermit crab below the clear water

Dancing on the dark red seaweed

The soft bodies of enenamoies sleeping

Their drooping form unbothered by low tide

You begin to watch your feet differently

Suddenly, All movement is intentional

You kiss the ground of pebbles and larger stones

To be kind to the life around you

No longer are you worried about slipping

As much of disrupting the home you visit