the sky is a strange kind of blue
the sun a slow walk of light under water
the only real colour the neon orange of a safety vest
the pink of a sea cucumber on a pale seabed
a wall of ancient corals had been split in two
a pier in smithereens next to a colony of coke cans
warm, milk-white water from an old well
drawn in a black plastic bucket tied to a black rubber rope
the air still
the mangroves float on the surface of water
the sun right on top of your head
obliterating your shadows
Divagyrations 