Grandma’s stories
I loving hearing grandma’s stories
she often talks of the ocean.
A wonderful escape
to the place draped in blue.
Hearing the whisper of the waves
in the crystal clear water.
Mysterious creatures.
A humpback whale
oh, what a lovely song he sang!
A sea otter
how he caressed his young.
Scuba diving into the warm waters.
The multicolored coral down below,
filled with millions of fish.
A group of gobies and
look, a clownfish!
I tried to imagine all this
but I simply could not
I only saw the bleached white coral.
I only saw the hundreds of fish
losing the fight against pollution.
I could only see the skeleton of a whale.
I only knew of the ocean
too acidic to swim in.
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