The Depths

What depths

Can the sun light be seen from the ocean bottom

With Head down and arms rotating

Legs churning

Hands grasping the dream of years and centuries

Flowing through fingers

Should I make a fist or cleave the ocean

One stroke at a time

One Step at a time

One kick at a time

One breath at a time

As gold shimmers

I hold it high

It belongs to all of us.