Drowning out the world
they descend
Explorers of the Deep
with goggles over eyes
and pursed lips
that smile, now and then,
and whisper bubbles
They know the treasures
they will find
but imagine them
unknown
marvelling at the
myriad possibilities
of what they could be
Great discovers of trinkets
lost and found
with pruned fingers
and hair, slick with bubble bath
They babble and beam
in the aftermath
and will dream well, tonight