Little Blue

Vestigial wings
grant me the joy
of swimming
and diving shallow
under caved glaciers.

Ten years in and out of
aquatic adventures,
yet he comes so late
for I have been
yearning for a friend.

The genial explorer
stays three meters away
but I waddle toward
his patient smile,
and outstretch my flipper.

He watches me point,
wordless language,
while I speak about my day,
if only he could hear me.

I wish to take flight,

someday he will hold me
and we will venture
above marble mountains.