Secret River
By Viktor D
That monumental cave, the one by the sea.
Sea spray spits salty sand at see-through glowworms.
As you walk in, you sense a wry rock.
It spins, spirals, and swirls.
It lures you in.
Your feet slip from under you.
A crevice breaks your fall.
Scramble up the rocky surface.
Sea water rushes in.
Hands burning, you cling to a groove in the roof.
You stay until morning, when the water drains out.
Drop down, scramble out.
You feel free.
In your warm bed.
Dreams drift.
You feel free.
It feels real.
Big day, big adventure.
Small risk, small rest.
Relaxed, you drift off to sleep.