I let the water slip over my head and beneath
I find a new world
Where the colours are changed
More muted when the sun is bright,
Yet, when the sky is dull and cloud covered,
They take on new dimensions and smile at me
Daring me to explore, whispering,
Search, I have secrets to tell.
Shall I tell you what I find?
Through forests of kelp I meet others,
Jellyfish, their slow and rhythmic pulse
As they glide silently by.
Industrious crabs scuttle across the sandy floor
And fish swim alongside.
We do not speak or wave or shake hands
We are simply, Here.
Maureen McCoy Sep 2012