LAMPEDUSA CAVERN The boat stops near the limestone wall sheer drop to Lampedusa sea Rugged rock with cravices and holes, projected into turquoise water translucent depth deceiving fish that flip off from sharp hooks into rippled reflections of underwater fissures Shimmering sea glides over our tanned bodies while sapphire furrows lead to dark opening between the rocks We dive to win access to pale rose cave the silence broken by drip dropping of crystal rivulets from pink-grey walls down to a stirring pool where seeweeds kiss indigo anemones in wonder and blue-striped fish skim seahorses dancing on curled tails We sit on tapestry of limpets and breathe the magic nature is unfolding in glimpses of pink dawn and amethyst sunset.
Paula Grenside's Questions:
Lampedusa is a small island south of Sicily, closer
to Africa than to Italy. Golden and white beaches are
framed between rocks.The shades of colors of the sea
range the most precious gems turquoise, emerald,
sapphire. Diving, you have access to caves
jealously protected by nature.
Does the poem succeed in painting such piece of wonder? Which emotions are the "we" experiencing?