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Reflections — ocean life

Ocean Life Poetry from the Florida Keys

Ocean Life Poetry from the Florida Keys

~ The Words In Your Mouth ~ 

Come here, child.
Let me put your thoughts
into words.

Breathe deep
and smell the air—
moist with mangrove spice
and tidal decay.

One day
when you smell that smell
you will remember these words
and this day.

Listen, child.
Listen to the Air—
Do you hear her singing
through the driftwood?
Lonely sailors mistook it
for a siren's song.

Stop. Look.
There, that yellow
sargassum floating in
from the deep.
Pick it up. Gently. Gently.
Now hold it over your hand
and watch the life fall out.

Never forget: we are no less fragile
than these tiny creatures.

Now, child, see the sea
where the colors of a peacock feather
scream out from veins of sand
that course through grassflats
and disappear into channels
which disappear into the deep.

Know that I, too, will one day
disappear into the deep
but not my words.

My words will live on in your mouth.

 

~ Sean Bloomfield, OceanLife.com

 

Ocean Life

I wrote this poem at the beginning of 2019 in the Florida Keys on a trip there with my daughter, Anna, and youngest son, John.

We had taken our boat to an uninhabited island near Duck Key and spent a good part of the day hunting for driftwood treasures among the mangroves, something I had done as a child with my Uncle Jon and Grandpa Pat.

In fact, this time we were staying with my aunt and uncle—well, technically my cousins, but I grew up calling them Aunt Elaine and Uncle Jon, and they've been a big part of my life—at the house they built in Duck Key in the 70s.

Uncle Jon had taken us to his favorite "treasure hunting" island, and as he led the children and me through a mangrove forest, he shared his memories of past expeditions in search of driftwood, unique flotsam, and other bounty.

John and Anna listened with wonder, and Uncle Jon's tales made every new "treasure" we found all the more spectacular for them.

Later, I took them to the same island to scour the sand for hermit crabs, one of which now lives in our house, and that afternoon we spent hours shaking sargassum in search of tiny sea creatures.

Filled with memories of my past and gratitude for the love of the ocean that had been handed down to me, nothing makes me happier than seeing the "Ocean Life" being passed down to my children. After all, anything that inspires me to take the time to write a poem despite my busy schedule must mean something!

 

Uncle Jon

 Ocean Life

 

Orange Starfish

 

Keys

 

Keys Boat

 

Hermit Crab

 

Keys Monkey