Through the divers mask <br />a window on the floor of the reef, <br />a kaleidoscope spin a flurry of colors <br />kinetic tropical burst of diminutive fish <br />resulting from the strike of an eel, <br />a spiny crustacean removed. <br /> <br />Then all settles in silence <br />as motion returns to a waltz. <br />The green moray <br />recoils through the hole <br />in the corral <br />back to his patient <br />hushed wait. <br /> <br />The reflex fear of sudden death <br />seemingly gone for now, <br />as though it had never occurred. <br /> <br />A Moray lives with impunity, <br />subsurface hawk <br />stealthy patrolling the sea. <br /> <br />We know we should stay <br />away from the reef <br />it is a feeding ground. <br /> <br />But lured by color <br />and overwhelming grace <br />mixed with our savagery <br />time and again we return...<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reef/
