Follow me 
three fathoms down 
to cool Pacific twilight, 
where a leopard-spotted Hawksbill
meanders Maui’s Mother Reef,
probes coral 
for floating flakes 
of one-time jellyfish or sponge, 
nibbles, and moves on. 
Watch her surface, 
pull enough air in her lungs 
to outweigh the sea
and sink deep—
hang motionless, flippers limp—
till she feels the need to feed 
or breathe. Heavy as granite, 
lithe as Graham,
she’s serenity in motion
for those who worry
on the world’s 
concrete 
crust.