The oceanographer stepped to the light,
and felt an awkward sense of surprise.
A tingling cold. But didn't register why
the colors and palleted blends had turned so
unnatural upon the ballast's descent.
A light chiascurro, gradual on the canvassed conception
was badly distended, for what the mammoth was destined.
A mammalian museum piece.
Gallant. Promethean deity.
Callous, seethingly, she cursed the being she
met in the depths of the Barrier Reef.
Marie Therese could barely believe
the shape she had swam past.
A grazing, old land mass, weathered
and barnacled with better tomorrows
ahead. And she would hold her hands back,
when the aquamarine beams concocted
an aura between her the God of the Seaweed.
She, the reverent daughter. Heart impossibly beating.
But now, all she could see was a fish out of water.