My body moulds into the soft cushion of blue freedom
Clear smooth, it cleans the body in the life of the ocean
Clean still blue water the liquid of life.
A vital essential natural element.
Below me marine life continues its journey
Small silver fish darting to and fro
Diving and feeding in their supermarkets of liquidity
Sometimes they end up in the human supermarket.
I float, sandwiched between the air and the water of life
A perfect delicate balance
Sea water enters the canals of my ears seeping its way to my inner self
Vocalising as it travels, reminding me of the echo chamber of life.
As I rock gently on the sea, land pressures drift into the nautical distance.
Terra firma doesn’t let the air of life clean me alone
The tides movement rolls in, nearby lapping the shore
None can exist without the other.
The sun heats the sea that heats the ocean that heats the earth that I now lye in.
The natural sequence but what heats the heat?
What is the balance of life?
How can we float in the sea without the water?
Talk talk talk of the credit crunch, financial markets
What about the credit crunch of nature, the water of life?
We will recover from financial crunch we may not recover from nature’s crunch when it calls
Fish will feel the closure of marine supermarkets
Humans will be flopsome in their life’s journey with the tide.
freedom – well nearly?