My form transfigured:
Feet, befinned,
Eyes, begoggled,
I am a blue-footed human boobie
Waddling to my take off perch
Poised between terror and wonder….
Fins first, I plummet
Splashing into the crystalline deep
Its primal chill
Propels me upward like a fleshy cork
Bobbing at the surface seeking my leader.
“Over here!” he shouts.
With a frog kick and a snorkel breath
I jettison toward a coral centerpiece
Blossoming below me in alizarin splendor,
Festooned by violet undulating sea fans–
An underwater luxury condominium,
Where neon tetras dart their zigzag patterns
And cerulean parrot fish nibble greedily
At algae-encrusted coral fingers.
A shy nurse shark peers out
From within her coral cave;
A mottled puffer fish confronts me, eyeball to eyeball
As if to demand, “Your ticket please,”
And a squadron of sergeant majors files by,
Commanding a salute
To these delicate denizens of this fragile diorama.
All too soon I am once again finless and myopic;
All too soon I am rendered human
But forever transformed
By such ephemeral beauty off Grand Turk.
This is a super swell poem, Mom! Very well done! =)
By: thechickendance on February 25, 2011
at 10:47 pm
Thank you Jo. Glad you approve as you are my toughest critic!
By: retiredrewired on February 25, 2011
at 11:40 pm
Jo is a fine writer herself.
By: marykay on March 4, 2011
at 3:47 pm
Outstanding! Perhaps your best ever – and that is saying a lot. You should submit this to a magazine such as Oxford, Atlantic, or New Yorker. Loved it!
By: marykay on March 4, 2011
at 3:47 pm
Lovely poem,beautifully written. You should publish it. I am so sorry I did not go
with you & John.
By: Betty West on March 6, 2011
at 5:45 pm