The small ship rocks
The sun beating down
Beaming off the glistening water
A thousand sun sparkles
Break across the surface, dancing.
Below,
Depth.
Who knows what monsters
Or dead mans bones may be concealed yet
Beneath this playful, Pacific surface,
Even so, I pull off my t-shirt
And dive in
There’s no bottom, not for miles down at least
But I splash and flip
Plunge under and back up again
I’ve always had a knack
For going too deeply into things
I should be afraid of.
My friends smile like angels at me
And soon they’re all playing with me
In the deep