Everything is blue 

Not the blue of the sky, but 

a clean and heavy blue that moves like silk 

Here, the sun is like a coin tossed far,far away 

A disc of pale light stuttering above the water ceiling.

Ocean,a world in our world.

Stretching across horizons, further than your eye can see

The water finally gives up on the sky.

Above, a ship's trail fades in minutes 

Below, canyons run deeper than the tallest mountain 

Trenches where light has been long forgotten for years.

Consisting of a different air, a different breed of its kind.

Ocean, a world in our world.

The little fish flash like pocket change tossed in light

No worries,just the need to move together.

The seaweed growing in slow motion,

Where crabs climb like spiders on wet ropes.

The turtle, slow and old, floats by .

Its  shell,a smooth and hard stone that knows the tides better than any map.

This world is made up of quiet swims and slow breath.

No hurry, no noise but the swish of water on rocks.

Ocean, a world in our world.

What is a world of prey without predators?

Not food,not rocks,buh hard,stiff wrappers and bags.

The little fish try to eat the bright colours,

The turtle thinks the plastic sheet is a jellyfish meal.

The quiet swims now tangled,

The heavy blue is stained with oil 

The pure world has been touched by our forgetting.

It's so big,this ocean world.

We have touched its skin, not its heart.

The heavy blue still holds its breath,but

How much,

How much trash can it take before,

The little fish stop flashing?

The heavy blue just turns gray?