sea
squirts
glistened
on the
ceiling
and
colonies
of raft
coral were
a pale
apricot
color. In
the moment
when I
looked
into the
cave a
little
elfin
starfish
hung down,
suspended
by the
merest
thread,
perhaps by
only a
single
tube foot.
It reached
down to
touch its
own
reflection,
so
perfectly
delineated
that there
might have
been, not
one
starfish,
but two.
The beauty
of the
reflected
images and
of the
limpid
pool
