Alone in the Ocean

Deep in ocean, where its black and so cold,
where nothing dare lives, there's nothing so bold.

No fish flips its fin, no eel moves with grace,
no air in this water, just like outer space.

On the floor, deep below, this desert of mud,
there is one small lifeform, now starting to bud.

It buds without stress, it buds without trouble
for this life form lives in a miniscule bubble.

The lifeform is wise, it knows of its home,
yet it stares out to sea, and it feels so alone.

"Is there nothing else out there?" it asks in its books.
Then it ponders and prays, and listens and looks.

But the bubble is here, on this planet called Earth.
Deep in the ocean, in its hulk and its gerth.

"I believe there's life out there, this bubble is small!"
Then it started to cry and started to bawl.

For it realized the truth, but only so barely:
Either alone or it wasn't, both equally scary.

-T.S. Morales 2 Oct