Am I
burning?
my shirt
white with
UPS?
not SPF
dive down
hold breath
heels chafe when
kicking
glad there are
flip-flops on
the boat
something on
sand
go slow
don’t kick up
cloud with
fins
trash?
treasure?
half buried so
hard to see
up-
blow hard through
snorkel-
breath-
rest-
down
coral loses
color in
blue depths
need a light
streamers say
red filter
wonder if
Amazon
delivers to
hotel
shadow in
periphery
turtle?
shark?
brother?
swivel
fins catch
reef
silver-yellow
flashes
scatter
can’t use
handrail
to steady
water slows
still off
balance
up-
blow hard through
snorkel-
breath-
rest-
down-
deeper
muffled engine
above
stay low
boat shadow
overhead
not ours
anchor line
still there
up-
blow hard through
snorkel-
breath-
rest-
mask up-
boat crew on
stern- no
snorkelers
back
move shallow where
sun penetrates
to seafloor
keep breathing- stay
horizontal
own
shadow flexes
on sand
rocks
darkens orange-
fingered
growths
mask up-
crew calling time
come have
rum punch
on
return ride
chin up
swimming back
hot sun already
drying
rime
into bleaching
hair.
About the Creator
Penny Fuller
(Not my real name)- Other Labels include:
Lover of fiction writing and reading. Aspiring global nomad. Woman in science. Most at home in nature. Working my way to an unconventional life, story by story and poem by poem.
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Comments (5)
A delightful poem… it made me wish I was snorkelling & lolling in the ocean.😊 Happy New Year! Looking forward to reading more of your poems.✅
This was an immersive experience! Excellent work, Penny!
I enjoy the subtleness of silence underwater in the short clips of description and thoughts.
Oh, I had a lot of rum punch on my honeymoon when we went snorkeling!! This was a great :) I loved the 'wonder if amazon delivers to the hotel' part, ha!
I was there with you. We had a great time. Rum punch all round!