Dimpled with fish
part sea part fresh
the pond is a slick of sky.
Rain-damp at low tide
on lava steps
our clothes steam
in sunlight.
Through water warm as air
nimble shrimp
test our pale thighs.

Carved from cliff stone
these steps to the sand
show wear.
Down from their cliff homes
over years
those who call this coast
their own
know the tides,
each step
a shallow bowl
resplendent with sea light
and sudden fish.