Reef Sharks
by A. D. Cusanno
Solitary, I float in
A world few are familiar with
Drowning out voices
I've grown weary of
Light filtered blue
Endless and soft and cold
For once I am weightless
At ease in the growing pressure
Let the current carry me
Into the depths, past corals and schools
Eels and anemones and
Sweet sweet silence
Is it possible to be an alien
In such an alien world?
For once, I am not the strangest in the room
Resting among those who don’t give me a second thought
Resting among white-tipped reef sharks
No words need to be uttered
Solace found in congregations
Not understood by those who stay
Well above the surface