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