it is there in the edge of the blue
the moment the state of the fluid changed
from the air to the surface
from the surface to the dream
and then back again. flowing away from the sand
the sand grabbing with tiny fingers
digging in to hold on but
the water moves away.
there at the edge of blue.
the water finds its level above the clutching
fingers of the sand it flows as if
its field changing
filling holes that don’t exist
to lave only
clutching at the air
falling to the ground.
Do you know where the picture was taken?
will you guess in the comments?