The Scuba Diver
The Scuba Diver
we look down
signal frantically
‘come up’,
though it is already
too late
he dances wide eyed
with ecstasy
as the nitrogen
tickles his cells
anemones
cling to the steep
rock walls
fish feed and dawdle
incuriously
we peer through
our tiny windows
into the ink black sea
as he goes
free wheeling
down,
down,
a rictus of laughter
on his face
Copyright © Lesley Morris | Year Posted 2017
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