(to The Bottom Of The Ocean) Poem by Aaron Fuchs

but if I look up it's down
(to the bottom of the ocean)
see a sea painted grey,
constant in motion.
dive down and chase my breath
in the noonday sky.
the air is a
poison. a danger.
a stranger.

stay in the pulsating clouds.
pick up little metal cutouts
of smiling sharks along the way.
(they're sure to be useful,
some rainyday)

now the water has shunned me;
I will meet a breathless death on dry land.
my sharks, they float back
up
to the bottom of the ocean.
settle on the sea floor.
(forever in motion)