Cassis

The steep walls of stone and green would be a fortress,
if not for the azure welcoming waters, and
the song in the breeze:
Calypso calling.
She is in the silence,
in the moss on stone.
Life pushing through
the cold, hard surface
towards the sun,
towards the water.
In crashing waves
that chisel and changes
a rocky landscape,
she thrives.
Unshaken.
Her song is the mist on my face
from the breeze off the water.
That’s what I tell myself;
the excuse I give.