The sun sends patterns of shifting light,
To dance on the undulating sea floor,
Like carefree children out at play,
That skip and hop upon the sand,
And in the deeper water there,
Shafts of light, oblique and sharp,
Stab down to penetrate the clear blue water,
While fishes, in gaudy garish costumes,
Carelessly swim alone, or swirl together,
In kaleidoscopic displays of liquid motion,
Whilst drifting indolently by in lazy grace,
The small jellyfish, made of water itself,
Passes on its aimless, thoughtless journey,
As I, a stranger to this world, look on,
With envy in my heart for that existence,
So at peace within the sea’s wide arms.
(2nd March 2010)
