Down To The Depths Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Down to the depths I descend, falling at a real clip
Watching where I was going not letting my concentration slip
Thirty-five metres to my bottom limit of the dive
It did not take me very long to arrive
Monstrous metal monster lurking there before me, I hurry
Crushed by time and pressure and home to my quarry
Time is of the essence, thirty minutes to go
Hatches opened I pick one sliding in slow
My torch switched on, scanned the through the gloom
Man, oh, man was this safe, was I heading for doom
Deep down in one corner littered with tins
I espied my quarry a large torpedo shape with fins
Leopard sharks laying about in large groups
Like soldiers stood in troops
An outcast from his community he lays alone
Around him an old skeleton bone
Taking aim I shoot, taking frame after frame
He stayed there, not moving playing my game
Slipping closer I knew he watched me just the same
Stroking so gently along his back hoping he won’t attack
I got my photographs and touch, maybe I had not lost my knack
My time was up, I departed that wreck and ascended
Surfacing I passed up my tanks, my dive had ended
Beauty of the deep caught on camera for me
This is my life and how I want it to be