Hunter of the Salt Plain - Poetry Inspired by Nature

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Hunter of the Salt Plain

The salty air kisses my face,
the breath of the sea thrown
by the lap of the waves.

The boat sails on
as I watch the horizon.
The day wans
and the sun burns low...
steady in the afternoon swelter.

I scan the seas looking
for the line of white,
the sign of the reef.

There on the port side...
I swing the tiller
and set my sights
on the line of salty
wave born brine.

I stare down as anchor descends,
once it bites I grasp my speargun,
place my face in the water,
lifting my head... I count,
one, two, three deep breaths,
calm like the water in the bay
at the end of the day.

I don my goggles,
and take the plunge.

Beaked parrot fish sail on by
as I stiffen and sink like a stone.
Mirror-scaled Jacks hug the reef's edge,
moray smile there gaping gap-toothed grins
from cracks in the corral.

I swim into the turquoises sheen,
drift in gardens of corral cauldrons
and soft coral trees. Hunting in the drift...
of tidal memories.

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