The Diver
Water and air.
Water of life.
He entered the water with air on his back
To explore the unexplored. Cheating death.
By breathing.
He loved the quiet, the solitude, the peace.
He found a kelp forest, dancing with the waves.
The choreography enthralled him and he swam in
To join the dance.
The joy of unity overwhelmed him.
The kelp reached out
For their new member.
He became one with the sea…entangled.
The Pilot
Air and water.
Air, the unseen giver of life. Essential from a baby’s first pat.
He entered the air surrounded by machine.
His soaring gave him power and strength over gravity.
He flew for the solitude, the peace.
He saw the beauty, every time he flew.
He loved taking off over the ocean. From this height he could
See the fish and the kelp and the color of the water.
This night he flew he glanced down at the water below.
What was the glowing light?
He looked…dot…dot…dot…dash…dash…dash
Dot…dot…dot….
This can’t be good… he called it in.
And flew circles until the harbor patrol arrived.
Two men seeking solitude in their own way.
That day air and water came together.
Joined forever in a life.
The diver who escaped for solitude,
Now forever joined.
With the Pilot
Who saved his life.
D.
C. 2007, David R. Normand.
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