Friday Nudibranch Blogging

Should the sun press
too heavy a crown,
should dawn cast
over-much loveliness,
should you tire as you laugh,
running from wave to wave-crest,
gathering the sea-flower to your breast,
you may dive down
to the uttermost sea depth,
where no great fish venture,
nor small fish glitter and dart,
only Hypselodoris bennetti and flower
of the wild sea-thyme
cover the silent walls
of an old sea-city at rest.

(Photo by Richard Ling.)