The bluer the sky
The bluer the sea
I dwell in the sliver, in between
And I am not blue
Not even a bit
I drift on the tide
*After my morning spent snorkeling, I sat watching the water change colour in tune with the sun sparking in and out from behind clouds.
As above, so below
A rather perfect metaphor for how I sometimes allow other peoples whims and moods to affect my feelings.
Perhaps I’ll remember that I’m a person not a reflection in future, perhaps I won’t. I do know that despite their surface connection, the oceans are deep and mysterious, as are the heavens, and so are we.
Every thing and every one are far more vast than appearances would suggest. I used to be unduly bothered about what people thought of me, now I realise assumptions are a weapon the ignorant use on themselves. I know, because I have done the same myself and face planted 🤦♀️
“Sometimes you think too much” I am told
Well yes, obviously.
Header photo : me snorkelling in the waters off Lifou (literally “the sliver in between” I referenced in the poem). And no, I am not blue at all, far from it.
I saw a turtle as large as a wheelbarrow! She was snacking on seagrass, as I floated above. I tried to act cool and not startle her. It felt magical in the moment.
I am grateful for the fact that our ship has no plastic liners in bins, no plastic cutlery or plates. The lack of plastics – apart from bottles which I believe will be recycled – is something I appreciate. I feel very privileged to have been gifted this week out of time.