From the great depths
words bubble up,
breaching the surface gently
with a silent puff.

Seaweed sentences drift up also,
through saltwater spaces,
from darkness to light.

Thoughts float like blue whales
riding a current,
they moan and whistle
against the massive distance,
looking for another.

My ocean mind is calm now,
shimmering at the surface,
but giving harbour
to poems I sharpen,
seen from above.