Aug 10, 2025
Hermit
In my dream I stride along a beach of many granules.
Bursting above’s a blue sky stretching
For a thousand or more kilometres.
And I stare into the ocean at a hermit.
It’s comfortable in a shell.
Cozy, uniform, familiar.
But dull, the same smooth edges it always sees.
Outside there are wonders;
dazzling fish, distant corals, powerful currents.
The adventures run infintely in all directions.
Maybe it stays out of fear, habit, or instinct. I don’t know. But it stays.
A sedentary hermit with endless waters to roam. But it stays.
And I wake,
My hand runs along the smooth, familiar wall of my apartment.
