Wild Art 1 - 17a

New World

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,

More vibrant

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

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