My spirit joins

In that underwater dance

All impulse

And momentary delight

In the solitude

Of the deepest blues

A somber celebration

Easily overlooked

Still that underwater ballet

Persists

Without an audience

A beauty ignored

Although not hidden

Disregarded

But carrying on

A celebration

Too little, too much

Too “something” for someone

But so perfectly enough

For ourselves

In that twirling dance

Following the rhythm

Of a heartbeat

Dancing to the drumbeat

Of the blood ~ Caroline A. Slee