Diving

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.