Notes About The Poem
A visitor treading softly so as not to disturb the delicate balance of this underwater cove. When he left, he was never there.
Beneath the Surface
The cool water wraps around my skin,
A world unknown about to begin.
I pull my mask and snorkel tight,
And step into the crystal light.
The mangroves tangle thick and high,
Where roots meet sea and meet the sky.
Below their fringe, the clear depths fade
To secrets hidden in the shade.
With slow and steady flipper kicks,
I drift where calm and quiet mix,
Gliding across the peaceful cove,
Through shallow halls of the turquoise grove.
A sudden glint catches my eye,
I pause....suspended....drifting by.
Just inside the mangrove's gloom,
Where heavy shadows quietly loom,
A barracuda, grand and still,
With silver coat and spotted thrill,
Hangs suspended, dark and bright,
Watching through the filtered light.
I gently float and keep my space,
Passing softly without a trace.
Further on, a vibrant sight,
A dance of vivid, sudden light.
Two parrotfish in ocean grace,
Belonging to this secret place.
The male twirls round the female's nest,
In brilliant hues, he shows his best,
A flash of neon, green, and blue,
Where life begins and starts anew.
No fish had ever come so near,
Through glassy waters, calm and clear;
Their colors rich, their silver bright,
A glimpse of pure, divine delight.
Creation’s wonder, deep and still,
Reflecting such a quiet skill.
And as I leave the sea behind,
This magic stays within my mind,
Etched deep within my mind and heart
Is a living vision, set apart.
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