A poem a day, for 21 days..... |
Enveloped in liquid silk, I float in aquamarine waters warmed by the equitorial sun. Suspended, weightless, looking up at an undulating sky. The hull of the dive boat is a grey-green cloud on my watery horizon. Precisely the color of arguementative sky clouds. Yet no thunder, only the sound of my breathing punctuated by the burble of air bubbles. Yet no lightening, only the darting flash of yellow sennet. Swimming, lazy legged fins propell me past irridescent corals as the chorus of Calypso swims in my mind. Parrot fish, brilliant azur blue and white cavort with clownfish. Oft called the screwdrivers of the deep-- vodka and orange juice in a tropical seaweed glade. Sea urchins bat their spines as a puffer bloats by. I glide in a different direction as diffused sunlight entangles with graceful and shimmering tentacles of a jelly fish; only those long streamers give its secret away. Tide is indifferent here, yet time is air. Sixty minutes to inhale visions; conjure mermen. Indigo grotto tempts; secret caves and treasure thoughts swiftly abandoned--I am unwilling to tempt the barracuda at the gate. Surface shimmers rainbow to blue as I surface. Off in the distance, purple dolphins leap graceful: my heart aches for them to fly near. They have charted a different course, and mine leads me back to land. Clumsy footed I stroll beneath palms, watching diamonds in another sea. |