Rock Pool House

Better to visit at low tide,
Shivering
From the confluence of Atlantic and Indian Ocean breeze
We take the same route across the rocks each time
Scrambling up to the tilting rock
Surveying the view, squinting in the sparkle sea light
We have mapped out our territory in our minds
The rock pool with a few fish, our kitchen
A longer narrow rock binds the house as passage
He sits high on the tilted 'lounge'
Looking out over the the bay
We hold out sand and small pebbles
For his dinner.