Spring-green fins in hand, I pick carefully
where I tread in jelly fish strand.
It's a guess where the sharp pained stinger
lies waiting in camoflage.
Into the deep liquid world with alien inspired
oxygen tank, but still walking on human appendages.
Soon, I will be water-bourne complete
with dragons tail and weightlessness,
surveying dream images afloat
in azure-indigo light.
For now, I remain in-be-tween dimensions,
in hungry anticipation.
Soon, sharks will fear me, in native elemental combat,
as I swim with villains and mermaids,
in water-music harmony.
Writing by Regina Stemberger