We drove the car into the ocean
and drowned in the Gulf.
Our metal box sinks into
the trench of the unknown.
We land and settle on the seabed
like our very own Apollo 11.
The ocean floor resembles our dear moon.
How does life here endure?

The headlight high-beams upon
the faces of creatures who’ve never seen such bright.
They emerge from the black ocean floor
and swim towards the hope of a sunkissed surface
They don’t make it far
and are overtaken by pressure differences.
Little beings sacrificing home and safety to see
a beauty once unfathomable, again.

Once you know,
you spend the rest of your life searching.

The water takes over me.
I’ve seen it too.