Ferry Port People Poem by mifael llauderes

A coin is plunked into the water,
It sinks and glints in the depth
Of about four fathoms or more…
A mother fastens her infant secure on her back.
Amidst the foamy waves,
Their tanned skin glistens in the sun…
A breath-full they fill their lungs,
And the grotesque form
Slips into the clear blue;
A dance-like silhouette
Slithering deeper and deeper,
Effortless, it lives there
For a minute then two…
Until the glint disappears.
And the mother and child resurface,
With the small wooden boat they rejoin,
In the baby’s little hand was the coin.