Improv 3
Murky Traveling

Intently fall off stone wedged steps, quickly
into patient rising and falling plastic for two.
This time we’ll make it to Captain Cook’s monument.
Not stop half-way  like twice before,
my abandoning ship, stranding Dad to toss my mask,
flippers tube supposed to aid air intake. Witnessed
families, diamond-light marked in transparent
greenish Kealekua Blue.
Now murky, low gray ahead, one
surfaced fin, alone.
We made it to the monument
where I became a suction-cupped face
mermaid.