‘From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.’ Jacques Cousteau
The wind blows in my face,
The boat sailing quickly with grace.
We stop at our dive site,
The sun shining with all its might.
Slipping into the sea,
The blue water for freedom key.
A gravity free fall,
Weightless descent to the Abyss.
Dropping down, with few breaths,
To the dark and welcoming depths.
A world unseen by man,
Diving round wrecks, sticking to plan.
An octopus hides away,
Curious groupers stay at bay,
Smoothly a sting ray flies,
Amazing creatures before my eyes.
To dive is to feel free,
A skill so magic you fill with glee
Free from gravity’s ties,
Our limits are not the blue skies.
Diving is not a sport,
But a form of meditation,
A way to become free,
The anti-grav feeling is key.