The harbour seal bobs, tilts, eyes.
Its appearance silky,
Slides amongst waves.
A presence which denotes curiosity:
“What the heck are those black animals doing freestyle?”
Its being more accustomed to tanked, oxygenated
deep divers.
Above and below surface,
It explores.
It questions.
Flips and turns, bubbles and bobs.
Dynamic question marks,
Inn-acted with fins.
Through the waves,
While certainly less silky and smooth,
I ponder. I think about answers.
About CaRMS, about life.
And yet a world fascinating surrounds:
Snow blends to ocean,
A seal’s curious presence present.
And so we swim by,
Knowing our route return.
The 1-2-3 breathe constancy.
While depths textures, out of grasp.
Remain.
Amidst unacknowledged unknown.
Multitude.