A coin is plunked into the water;
It sinks and glints in the depth
Of about four fathoms or more...
A mother fastens her infant secure on her back, their tan glistens in the sun...
A breath-full they fill their lungs
And the grotesque form slips
Into a clear turquoise breadth-
A dance-like silhouette
Slithering deeper than deep...
Effortless it lives there for a minute or so
Until the glint disappears;
And the mother and child resurface,
With a small wooden boat they rejoin,
In the baby’s little hand is the coin!