Somewhere

Somewhere

Deep in an ocean, a crab bucked the current.

It was barely light as it stirred a porridge of sediment and passed

a garden of sea cucumbers.

An anemone blossomed near its trek and clown fish pecked its shell.

The crab made its way on a journey known only by its instinct,

or a map within infinite being, it crept along the floor of a majestic underwater cathedral. The reef was alive, a gauntlet of gestation, writhing in the quiet deep near the creeping crab.

Sheaves of crystal blue twisted above in the currents of the lazy Galapagos. A tortoise careened on a swim of its own, oblivious, or not, to the crab far below.

Billows of green ribbon suspended in tons of crush, delicate, resting there in awe magnificence.

Fawn colored parapets of sugar sand lent a thud of silence to all that pushed forth from its face.

And the crab carried on in its sideways adventure.

Above.

In the air, in civilization, in the comfort and convenience of modern life, there is an ocean.

Somewhere.

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