The rock pool is the color of an altered blue, it contains tinges of green, the moss, and patches of blue, the sky's reflection.

The rock pool is a niche
A bubble that never pops.

I bathe in it and the colors cling to the fabric of my clothes.I am not soaked; my clothes remain dry.

Then people come along.
They test the water, dip their toes in; think, speculate and then conclude.
Some people dip two feet in and decide the temperature isn't right.
They walk away with waterlogged feet.
At least they are changed, I think to myself.

I am not quite unlike Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid.
I don't want to have the ice freeze over me and not feel a thing.

I guess a splash is what I'm waiting for.