You are not the ocean -
not the wind that moves across,
not the crashing waves,
nor the glassy ease as evening falls.
You are not the clear blue,
the emerald green, the angry gray and white.
You are not the silver school of fins
spinning in synchronized motion
nor the great beasts that lurk and glide.
You are something smaller –
the silent oyster resting on the deepest floor.
But, again, you are not the oyster,
nor its opening or closing,
but something smaller yet.
You are the pearl, opalescent,
that dwells within, smooth and still.
You are the pearl.
And because of this,
you are all of these things and more –
the ocean, the wind, the waves,
the great creatures, the oyster,