'Coming up for air' (a poem)

Surrounded by bubbles, watching, waiting.
He stands on the shore, biding, baiting.
Into the depths, he casts his lure.
Hope aroused; intentions pure.
Under the surface, staid, serene.
He stays and shelters, calm and clean.
Open water, empty thought.
Drawing on what Life has taught.
Time evolving, passing, past.
A recent trend that cannot last.
A mental lapse, a mating call.
Without the other, each will fall.
A deadly dance that moves apace.
They watch, and wait, in silent space.

RC 7-2-26