Fortuitous Lure Poem by John Weber

With a gasp, the tow draws
Frothing with churning life
Light beams pulse through the gauze
Fury kicks repel strife

Fix my bearing in climb
Peaked lungs throb zealously
Eyes spy my banished crime
Guarding thrills jealously

Awkward force laughable
In my hasty retreat
Despite might affable
Gorged with species to greet

Seaweed clutches my face
As I stab sky above
Puff that balmy embrace
Blind waves elbow and shove

My plight draws attention
As dolphins skim and leap
Spray marks their ascension
Kindly clowns of the deep

Underneath, the reef shouts
Begging my soul to play
Despite my fleshy doubts
This mind longs to survey