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Maiden Flight
drop down slow beside me
into blue crystal . . . down
until descent becomes
from the paler world above
sink in wonder
down . . . down
into the fringing reef
to where the moray eel awaits
watching solemn
beneath the scarlet sea fans
where feather dusters sweep pink
and delicate
in the slow sea surge
and white sand spills
from parrotfish
cracking coral with their teeth
fly free with me
in this, our blue ballet
chasing different suns . . . and skies . . . and fires
shimmering iridescence
of jewels
that dance and flash and school
away and away
parting, regrouping
turning, always turning
inside this
our sunken kaleidoscope
Carolyne Butler
(Copyright © 2000)