Late last night I dared descend
Liquid halls to apprehend--
Born in deepest ocean cradle--
Life forms served from the Maker’s ladle.
I dreamed of strange frames in their retreat:
Starfish was fingers that walked like feet,
the Octopi’s feet --with head and eyes,
Coral walls-- built when polyps die.
Seahorse was a head astride a tail,
Saw a slithery eel, the sluggish snail,
And schools of fish in every color
That drifted currents or dove for cover .
Saw swimming free, a fat manatee.
And stuck on a rock, the anemone.
Half of ‘cuda was a toothy jaw,
But scariest was a shark’s bloody maw.
Crabs walked sideways where tides seeped,
While albacore explored the deep.
Sea caves and shells held lazy mollusks.
Even saw kelp’s undulating forests.
I glimpsed a world rarely seen--
Filled with curiosities--
But lacking gills, I did surmise:
Fish yet remained unseen by eyes.
first published in Poets of The Vineyard
also published in Poet’s Pen
©2000 Bonnie Manion