The deepest blue and mysterious during the clearest sunny day
I look down,
wandering in the longest thought of my life.
Then the water is shallow,
turquoise blue.
Every single week,
I sit alone on the nearest edge of a cliff,
watching the reflection of the moon on the sea.
The green during spring or summer
turns to grayness in cloudy times.
The changes I notice
teach me to step back.
When the brown appears after the storm,
and black at night,
the color of the sea shifts,
just like how I see it every day.
Before the red and pink,
when algae bloom.
I begin heading home,
trying to find what I want again.
The deepest blue and light blue,
the green and grayness,
brown and black to red and pink.
I know how to start
and won't run like last time.