Diving Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: alchetron.com – a swimmer (or diving) beetle. We have a swimmer beetle in our pond.

“One of the huge imbalances of life is the disparity between your daily existence, with its routines and habits, and the dream you have within yourself of some extraordinary satisfying way of living.” Wayne Dyer

Diving Still

I thought she could see me,
the reason she darted away,
but no, she came back to the
surface and darted away once 
more to the deeps of the pond,
looking for morsels in her 
trip along this biosphere,
up and down all day long,
smooth glides fast and slow,
and when at eve I retired I 
wondered if she was diving still.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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