You Can Call Me Ray
Oh, to fly underwater - to ply the deepest oceans!
To navigate sunbeams like temple pillars,
And moonbeams as fingers of soft, blue magic!
Squid lights dancing among their abyssal reach ...
To break the wake with a fin at night,
Making the phosphorescence trace easy curves ...
Artful squiggles to hail the Milky Way above!
To explore the colors and vibrancy of the reefs,
Throbbing with life and vitality ... excitement and danger!
Spinning and courting among the coral ...
To have the entire world's waters as my playground -
The keen bite of the cold, deep trench,
Teeming with food and plankton, rife,
Or the joyous warmth of the Caribbean and South Pacific!
My fellow swimmers, of endless fascination ...
The sonorous bellows of the whales trembling,
The sweet songs of the dolphins, at play,
The pulsing of the deep waters in storms,
And the peaceful, unshaken silence of a lagoon ...
To swim deep to the darkest, coldest depths,
And return to breach the surface - air-borne and majestic!
Oh, to be a manta ray!
The gentle, giant birds of the water ...
The master swimmers and fliers of the sea!
Sleek, beautiful ... and lone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Favorite Animal In The Wild" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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