Beneath the ripples,
I sail.
Watching closely,
My flippers sway
With the currents of the ocean.
—
Resting my rough shell,
Cautiously,
Between
The protection of the vibrant coral.
Vigilant.
On guard.
Alert.
Prepared.
—
Danger spotted.
An unfamiliar creature
Approaches.
Looming.
Swimming
Unnaturally.
—
Flippers flailing,
Eyes popping,
A cloud of bubbles
Surrounding.
A shell shining,
Like the silver cans
Dropped from above.
—
Could it be
A malnourished sea lion,
Or a pasty,
Young shark
With frog-like legs?
—
Disconcerted
but curious.
Amused.
It freezes.
Eye to eye
We stare.
I wonder.
I worry.
—
I slowly move away,
Two flippers,
Followed by
The others.
Gliding.
Leaving the beast
Far behind.
—
Peeking back,
Enjoying
The last glance
Of the humorous pale creature.
Distance gaining.
Disappearing.
—
Beneath the ripples,
I sail.
Watching closely,
My flippers sway
With the currents of the ocean.
I love that you have fallen in love with diving. It’s such a inspiring experience, being beneath the ocean, silently swimming with the beautiful and unique creatures that inhabit that underwater oasis.
Your poem was full of imagery, and I felt like I was right there with you. Well done!