Floating in the sea
With flippers on your feet.
Not in Blighty where the sea
Is murky like builder’s tea.
But somewhere it doesn’t snow
Frostbite cannot claim your toes.
Somewhere warm like a bath
Where the water’s clear as glass.
Mask, snorkel, fins
The adventure begins.
Coral reefs have hiding places
And lots of sneaky spaces.
For the puffer who is shy
He could float up in the sky.
The anemone it wiggles
And the clown fish gets a tickle.
Further out the corals vanish
But still creatures here astonish.
From behind the rocks and weeds
A shark you might just see.
You think he might be scary
But of you he is more wary.
You leave with legs intact
In search of other hidden cracks.
Further from the land
The ocean bottom is just sand.
It harbours a creature of great grace
Who understands life’s not a race.
A green turtle nibbles, serenely unaware
Of the humans as they stare.
And that concludes your swim
Of the ocean and what’s within.
Malaysia – your seas are crystal blue
And we fell in love with you.
Poetic Eccentricity 