Waves crashing,
Heightened breathing,
Salt water gags my throat
To fill a bag with treasure
Carried twenty feet across the rocks
Pushed this way and that
Physical exhaustion coupled with an empty bag
Disappointment and frustration
But every dive, a new lesson, a new beauty
Recovered and shed the extra pounds,
Rid of expectations and goals
Focusing on enjoyment and exploration
Calmness resurges
Heart beat slows
One breath hold lasts a lifetime
No urgency to get back to the bottom
A sheepshead but no need to shoot it
Combing the reef for hours
Then comes the miraculous four and a half inch lobster!
<SI> Scott Izu , PhD
Copyright March 2019
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