The sand aflame,
I walked towards the sleeping ocean.
I held my breath, despite the snorkel resting on my dried lips,
As I swam to the endless horizon.
Thousands of fish scurrying away from me,
My heavy strokes shattering the surface of the water.
At last, I lay still,
In hopes of catching a glimpse of their sky blue scales.
Just as fast as they had swum away, they returned,
Bubbles rising from their fins, rushing to pop at the surface.
They began sifting through my fingers,
Disappearing at every curve.
Like ballerinas in blue,
They danced around, leaving a trail of light behind them.
Many times I have tried to recreate that moment,
But I have discovered that magic does not repeat itself.