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
Above and below surface,
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.
Amidst unacknowledged unknown.