In soundless sub-aqua depths
Light glows in shades of blue and green.
Bull kelp, in obstreperous strop,
Like wind-driven wheat,
Strives for freedom from its meagre base,
Summoned by the light above;
While the sand below holds it taut.

I hover there, charmed by the passive match
Until, my lungs pleading for relief,
I leave behind the shifting scene,
And yield at last to rise once more
Toward silver blue-toned space.
Breaking free, I pull cool air into my lungs
And brush the sea-tears from my face.

Poem and Image by Linda M. Green Abraham (Sooke, BC)
From "All The Elements" (Seven Poets From Sooke)