A fan worm spreads out its feathery tentacles to collect the plentiful nutrient.
Coral polyps reach in to the current
and grab minuscule particles, while in symbiosis with the sun, they feel green algal blood oxygenate their livelihood.
Palatial sponges sift and gulp
vast quantities of the plankton soup.
Encrusting species cling to every
projection, cliff face and under hang, ever tasting blue movement.
Flecks of fish in sinosoidal pulse
weave and dance on the constant
flow, and shoal in bodies of mirroring.
Anemones and soft corals loose in
the waft, put up their ploom and
await sustenance borne upon the
And more fish flutter in plethora of
colour and swim like May cherry petals fall.
One might infer trust, if a thought
were at all buoyant on the coral wall but thoughts aren’t currency
underwater, and to think is to divide from the source of it all. Yet the coral wall endures as ever it has. And millimetre coral growth spans perfect meters in a statement of enrichment sustained.
Only man conceptualises a synario in opposition to what the corals and the fish simply know.
copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice