Beneath the saline waters
along the abyssal plains,
below where light descends,
that’s where my soul remains.

No coral reef gives anchor –
no algal bloom, disguise.
No guideposts dot the sea floor;
only dolphins cloud the sky.

Brittle stars wave & spin
before hippocamps parade –
a sea goat leads a motley pack
of fish-tailed beasts at play.

They pull & push, toss & turn,
disrupt the flow toward shore,
but waves will never break
this deep; it is still no more.