Moonlight glistening on the quiet water
as I slide noiselessly into its
dark protective environs.
Our headlamps look like
a busy nighttime L.A. freeway.
Everybody going somewhere.
A slender tether keeps me from
drifting off into the Pacific Ocean.
No reef, just open sea another 3,000 ft. down.
Familiar anemones and unpretentious sea cucumbers
have deserted me here with
glittering blue fins whispering quickly past.
A moving galactic sprawl with
Jellies waving their arms to attract the
pelagic horde throbbing like my beating heart.
Do they mind that we have invaded their space?
We don’t belong in this world.
How do you avoid feeling that you are bait on a line?
In this dark and secret place
the largest animal migration on the planet, yet
freeway traffic continues unaware.
I am hauled up like a fish.
The boat is alive with quiet reverence.
And Pink Floyd playing “The Dark Side of the Moon”.