glimpses of beauty
so rare
they seem imagined
the white tip 
on the shark’s tail
sashaying past the rocks 
the glassy eye of the scorpionfish
peering through its camouflage
the spotted wings of the 
baby-faced eagle rays
blending into
the murky grey of the deep
like a dream receding
into the night
you stifle the urge
to tear the hose
from your mouth
and just let go
carried away by
the currents and swells
to a place where nothing rests
every last tendril
of your body
set in motion
feeding 
throbbing
quivering with life

(originally published in Verse-Virtual)