Float

A small flower yellow, dropped on the way
to a nest by
one of it's thousands of inhabitants.

In the lee of the rock, slightly sun shadowed in
the early afternoon.
Both of us out of place.
But not.

Green strands of kelp against the blue grey surface
smeared like paint in the current.
Waiting for an artist regularly rising to the surface and breaking out
heads bobbing.

Thin mop lines of grassy hair on top.

Tired, they pull down with the wrap of a swell
losing their green and becoming a dark brown as they touch and pass by my feet.