The diver wrote his name on the sea floor
sediment clouded the water
He looked upward to the surface ten stories above
In silence, dead silence he lay on his back
meditating on the seafloor
distant dark shapes transiting
From this point of view he was not prey
Just an observer, letting the faint light above
Speak to him below
Teach him in the fine twinkling ripples
Smooth him over in the depth and pressure
Invite him back to the surface
where most of the world avoids peace
As if agitation had some reward
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