by Grace Pappadellis ’29 on November 6, 2025
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Fast and sharp,
the depths are cool and confined.
Yet, there’s miles of blue,
salt in my gills,
invigorate my hunger.
I don’t know what I’m hungry for.
I hear each stealth movement,
creases in the water,
low and undefined,
I’m enormous and alone.
I wait for the next tide,
the next shift of a surfboard,
the sunlight only infiltrates when it decides.
Why am I so hungry?
I taste blood in my jaw, I’m on the edge as I swim.
Potent, painful, I sway.
In my abandonment, the sea surrounds me.
Forever there is noise, a ringing almost deafening,
I attack nearly blind, but everything is limpid.
I’ll never catch a wave, I’ll only sink once I’m full.
Beautiful, alone, the only place I know.