Snorkling At Crocodile Island

you jump into the sea
with a wish
to sea the world of the fish

blue and green
and some bubbles
and slimy and slim
and slippery
to hold

you open your eyes
to the world of seaweeds
and sea urchins

you find something different now
the world where you do not utter a word
to describe
if something is beautiful

you find something's shut
up
your ears and nose and mouth

you open your eyes
to the possibility that in the world so beautiful
as inside the sea

you need not have a nose
a mouth, two ears

because beauty need not be said
they can only be
seen

and contemplated upon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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