Swimming with the fish high above the sands
Currents kind and in command

Keel spine and rudder
Propellers push of mobbed
chaos
churning bubbles

Deep to find and sift
spying schools in session
evading baited points with aloof opinions

So easy to reach out with hooked hand
Grasping lipped gill and shimmering colors

A flip of tail to no avail
one
after
one
after one…

Watery world of comfort
Needs filled
no hunger
no pain
with random folly
counting other world seagulls.