I Am The Sea

15 06 2012

Blue Tang

A photo I took while snorkeling off Cat Island, Bahamas in 2006.

I plunge into the sea

And find myself

I am there

Among the sargassum

Swimming with blue tang

My breath an echo

Constant as the surf

I am there

Dissolving into sun beams

Buried in rippled white sand

With the eagle ray

until a shadow floats over me

and I burst forth

I am there

MR 6/12

 

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Sunset Snorkeling

14 06 2012

I’m floating in the warm waves at sunset, scanning the ocean floor for bright tropical fish and the waving antennae of spiny lobsters peeking from under their rocky hiding places.  I imagine I’m a mermaid, my body undulating through the salty sea,  floating grass tickling my scales.  I lift my head periodically, the water rolling gently over my body as I keep an eye on my beach bag, although my concern is truly unnecessary.  I am nearly alone.  Only a few other people dot the beach, and after  half an  hour or so, I am the only one left.  I emerge from the surf, and leave my snorkel, then head back in to float in the warm water.  I stand, grab a handful of sargassum and shake it over my palm, then smile in wonder at the tiny creatures wiggling against my skin.  Baby shrimps and a little crab scramble furiously over my hand, searching for their sea weed home.   I feel gentle  ridges in the sandy ocean bottom under my feet, their wavy shape carved by the moon’s gravitational dance.  Feeling completely at peace, I leave the sea.  The balmy air chills my wet skin.





Floating Island

5 06 2012

An island floats on the horizon

surrounded by exquisite  blueness.

Sea and sky perfectly blended

on earth’s palette.





The Rainy Season

1 06 2012

I drive to work beneath the hanging bellies of rain-laden clouds, who promise fecund drops to nurture earth. The porous limestone of the islands mirrors my own creative skin, both hungry for replenishment, and awaiting the deluge.  For me that downpour comes in the hours and minutes of summer when my time is my own.  For the Keys, it is the afternoon thunderstorms that form cloud-towers in the sunny heat, then burst into thunder-claps and fleeting downpours, only to dissolve into sunsets of breath-taking beauty.  Earth’s creative expression is my inspiration! And so I drive on with cloud grayness holding me to the ground, counting the days until I can build my own cumulus towers of ideas and images;  until I too am replenished.