Florida Stingrays

Vital preserver helps defy gravity, But nevertheless Holding every muscle perfectly still Like a timid deer on ice, One wrong move- I could be meditating on sand among them Gazing down at the Massive, circular carpets, The hopefully unaware creatures Their smooth rolling, wet-velvet exteriors, Engrossed eyes can’t depart, Exhilaration rising as they run the path Of the energized stakes, A quick spark to silence, Silence except for the faint hum, Of limbs moving with fretful vigor But in slow motion, The resistance created by Their cool ominous world, I wouldn’t be admitted If I was at risk except- I can’t help but think- Did Animal Planet prepare me for this?