Cinquain #22

I find

Myself thinking on oceans:

We have next to no understanding

Earth is more ocean than anything else and

Rafts and

Cruise ships

Are my big experience

My knowing runs on slow measures

Of ups and downs, sunburns, flying fish, oysters

Drifting too

Far off

Or staying at edges

Tide pools filled with stars and

Swirly urchins, that also live by edges on

Rocks wearing

Down deep

That is barely imaginable.

Lately I have imagined though that

The dark, cold places we don’t see much

Are filled

With people

We have not met

For millenniums, mer-folks that understand more

By leagues about Earth, than we dream of

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