She glides through the expanse of blue and green,

The patterns of her shell

Like the rings of an oak tree.

 

Though I swim beside her, I lack her grace,

Her twists and her turns

As she flies through the seascape.

 

I am a visitor and perhaps so is she,

Her sad eyes mourn

A loss which I rarely see.  

 

A creature of the world, at home in the ocean

Our fates intertwined

In the blue and the green motion.

 

Edited by: Sabrina Loftus

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