Deep Blue Ocean Floor

• Jazz Curtis, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

I come here often
But not too often,
Just enough to let
The ocean floor whisper me her secrets,
Then watch as the jaggered cliffs
Swallow them in an instant,
I let myself become one with the wind
To feel the breeze flow through
each of my ten fingertips,
Whilst i stand with my toes
clutched around the rocky edges,
I close my eyes only to dream
Of slowly slipping into the blue oasis,
To let the cool water harden my lungs
And with each breath i would repeat
'Tomorrow will be better.'