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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


I stood,
dark against the sky’s
blue wall.
Jack was digging in the sand
capturing sand fleas.
I was there to be somewhere
with a little boy.
Epiphany was about to happen,
as magical as mermaids.

Soaring above the waves
Jack shouted, whale!
I shouted, dolphins!
First one
followed by two,
then more.
Elements of the ocean.

Gifted children of the depths.
We watched in awe.
The first dolphins we had seen
in the chasm of the wild.
Their brains and hearts
bigger than our own.
Like gods outside altars.
We watched as they merged
into the haze of shoreline.
In the distance
I felt their freedom,
sacred people of the sea

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