The Mysterious And Magical

It was a sight to behold

Group is called a Squadron I’m told

There must have been at least twenty of them

That experience, here, I will unfold.

 

What is ‘They’ you may ask?

At the time I was wearing a snorkeling mask

They were the mysterious magical manta-rays

But until that time, swimming had been a task.

 

To jump into the ocean was not my thing

Only to pools and beaches myself, I could bring

This was the gigantic scary Indian Ocean

From the boat, into the ocean, was my hardest swing.

 

The majestic rays are the finest sight in my notion

They filled me with such contradictory emotion

They glided like the sensuous dance of a ballerina

No sound, no ripples, just pure and gentle motion

 

I was terrified and at the same time ecstatic

In the ocean, neither I nor they were static

I could touch them and me, in turn

For those fleeting moments, we were both aquatic.