Tide Pool Touchable and out of reach the nautilus shell floats halfway between your conscious and your imagination in the speckled light. You are uncertain where the water ends and the air above begins. From the right, light breaks in revealing nebulous shapes embedded within the watery mass. The light becoming shards swimming in turquoise, blues, and greens, a imprecise emptiness of white, and a hint of buried yellow. Reflections diffuse into ripply segments and the eye struggles to discover what is offered and yet buried. Perhaps a jellyfish. Perhaps an illusion. Perhaps the key you are seeking. And all the while the sun is lowering itself into the waves. James Thomas Fletcher James Thomas Fletcher has written short stories, plays, and screenplays, but favors poetry. He is married to the artist Cynthia Fletcher and, until recently, lived on the side of a volcano in the Republic of Panamá. His latest major poetry collection is Roses for the Canyon (2019). http://www.jamesthomasfletcher.com
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