“Like love, the coral reef is a great mystery that sweeps over us, bypassing our rational minds entirely and eliciting feelings we didn’t know were in us”—The Enchanted Braid, Osha Gray Davidson.
It is no wonder many of us wax poetic when describing the rain forests of the sea. This semester we returned to Calabash Caye for marine ecology. Here are a few poems to give you a glimpse, a taste, of our experience there…
Breathing.
I hear breathing.
My breathing. Steady and deep. In and out.
Waves.
I hear them too.
But they are gentle background noise of that other world above this
aquatic jungle.
And popping.
I hear a clutter of cracking and popping as fishes and other secret
organisms bustle about their business.
Freely and seemingly effortlessly going about their lives for survival
on the reef.
Taste.
I taste salt, and honestly that is all I taste.
Warm salt water. (later to be crust and dust in my hair and salt
crystals on my skin)
This is what I feel.
It envelopes me.
I dive and am totally taken in by this dimension. Their Dimension.
Colors.
I see colors.
All colors:
Black, white, brown, tan, yellow, neon green, grey, dark blue, deep
red, shimmering emerald green, orange, royal purple, line, sand, ash,
and on and on.
Shapes.
I see shapes, and patterns too.
Round, square, tall, short, cylindrical, stripes, checkers, dots,
scales, fins, eyes, mesh-like fans, cones, half circles, shapes and
patterns that don’t even have names!
I am encompassed by it all.
My senses are saturated.
This place is teaming.
This place is alive.
I am alive.
I breathe.
--Jessie Borden
Beneath the Waters:
The ocean swells pulse through my body
Even after I leave the waves
The salt lightly peppers my skin
The sights and colors brighten my eyes
And the absence of sounds makes it feel
Like I am floating in a dream world.
There is so much life out in the open
And much, much more life beyond
What our eyes can see
At the surface level, which is all I can pierce
For the abilities of humans have not yet unlocked
The web of intricacies only God could knit together
I am privileged, one of only some
That are allowed to peek into a time machine
That shows the alternating scars and healings
The earth has inflicted on this strong, yet vulnerable
Underworld.
--Christine Prins
I have often looked out across the sea -
played in its waves,
tasted its salt in my nostrils.
It was always there, something to entertain
on warm summer days.
Never did I wonder, nor did I suspect,
What was present beneath its waves.
Its coral reef is full of beauty
It is an undulating labyrinth,
dappled by the diffuse sunlight,
a shimmering and delicate landscape.
It is an intriguing mystery.
As its cool water envelops me,
I see only the life beneath me,
hear only my own breath and an alien crackling.
Below me:
elkhorn, staghorn,
blue tang, blue head,
squirrel fish, cow fish,
damsel fish, angel fish.
The complexities of their lives are beyond imagining.
But I enjoy observing,
wondering,
invading
for a short time.
--Autumn Brown