I am walking with the feet of a mermaid
aware
in each step
of the slight suffering
of the round crunch
of peebles
under my small boned feet
I carry one
white
and as perfect
as an egg
in my hand
as i climb
Below me
the ocean falls
a web of diamonds
to whom
i sing
the language of the dolphins
Quietly crooning
calling
across the shock of aqua
I wait
They do not come.