Beneath the surface, I’m encircled
In sparkling specks of wonder.
Filtered light, made gentle by the depths,
Form sunset colors down under.
I plunge from a world of land and sky,
To one where scattered waters rave.
And am forever free to experience the mystery
That lies within placid waves.
A rush of sinuous fish stream by,
Moving united in thought.
Wavering reflections overhead are illusive,
Reflecting what is and what is not.
A little deeper and I lose the light,
Now one with the enchanted surround.
Here surf and tide rule over mind,
With every wave infinitely bound.
Poem by Renee Blundon.
Photos taken on Mafia Island in the waters of Kisamani.
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