Manta

Moving below me

A shadow, black and ominous

fluid bat wings spread wide

heading somewhere

with force and purpose.

But where?

And for what?

Can I go?

 I breathe through my snorkel,

my arms part the water like curtains on a stage.

I’m breathing harder now

trying to keep pace

while he moves effortlessly forward

ever beyond my reach.

I turn back and head for shore.