Whispered Wanderings

Dropped into a dream from a bolt of lightning,
I become one with water and swim this ocean of darkness.
Down, down, lungs not fighting
(have I grown gills?) And still down.
I settle then among heavy rocks and thick sand,
marvel at flowering sea-grass that sways hypnotically
as I take my place among coral families.
There must be lesson I’m supposed to learn here,
but for now, there is no thought.
Only gentle movement in rhythm with ocean’s dance.
Only peaceful knowing that we are one.

klm
4/28/24