Reality Crashes

 By Camryn Ripley

Crashes on the seashore,

Sound like a herd galloping away,

The water sucks me under,

In its frolic and its play,

In the great white foamy sea crests,

I can feel the horse’s manes,

Free-flying at my waistline,

Making my senses tingle like

I’m floating in a dream,

I see the sky above me-

It goes on and on forever,

Different Shapes and sizes

Moving with the currents,

Sand warm on my feet beneath me,

I can feel the hoof prints mark

By Camryn Ripley

Plunging through the surface,

I can see the pale, pale moonlight.

Glittering mysteriously on these objects,

with five short stubs,

attached to a long spindly pole,

Thrashing around,

It almost falls on top of me,

But in the nick of time,

A current drives me away.

To my home,

The cushioned sponges on the ground,

Make a playground,

For the young.

But the colors surrounding me scream

 the creatures name,

If light and pretty, but not red and yellow,

Then the creature is safe to pass,

But dark and splotched,

Beware, Beware,

Go hide and wait-

until once again the waters clear.