The water lapped against the slippery black rocks.
Tiny shells lay broken in their crevices.
Mussels' skeletons clacked as the foam bubbles breathed through their openings.
A seagull called out, flying circles above the surf.
A wave splashed over the rim and sprayed my ankles and knees as I hugged them to my chest.
Spiraling swirls churned in a deep gurgle within the confining walls of earth.
The water looked for every fissure to slip through and rock back into the sea.
Like my thoughts, I watched the ocean ebb and flow around me,
always moving,
never settling,
alive with possibilities, and yet,
confined within rock of gibraltor-like forces,
a constant give and take of movement and stillness always brought into balance.