At the whim of the fishes,

Everything dances.

Twisting and twirling; flicking, unfurling;

Light scattering off of glittering scales.

The surface ripples with every 

Touch, every breath, every pirouette

Of a choreography only known by those

Underwater.

I am watching elegance unfold.

And everything dances

at the whim of the fishes.

Delicate. Deliberate.

Hypnotizing until indefinite.

Love letters written as part of Drift’s Valentine’s Day collection