altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi
Sinking, dark blue
rocks slow fall on the
precipice, glint
of sunlight
wandering surface
coelacanth myth
sandy blue green texture,
a nautical sound, submarine
echoes or a
whale calling
under open sky
I look up and see
sunlight pouring
over the surface ripples
through my fingers
adrift
find me in the coral
I am waiting