submarine

endless blue as far and deep

as eye can see, as heart can feel.

except its not, there’s so much more;

unfathomable depths we’ve yet to explore.

miles and miles below our ground

swim beings that live in a world we’ve not found.

is there a bottom of this great unknown,

or is it an endless, life-filled zone?

species adapt, though humans could never

live in the standards where those beings are forever.

perhaps Nessie lives, though deep in the sea,

swimming vicariously with glowing anemone.

she dances with Cthulhu, goes home with Davy Jones,

attends the singing choirs

of the whales we have not been shown.

bluest of blue to the blackest of black,

salted whispers echoing back.

the water is treacherous and sailors will fall,

but nothing says sailing like the sweet siren call.