Sea Space: A Found Poem
By Jacqueline Knirnschild
The deepest point of
the world’s deepest trench in
the world’s deepest ocean.
The Mariana Trench
in the Pacific Ocean.
A scar in the Earth’s crust.
Seven miles beneath the waves.
The last unexplored frontier.
More than 1,500 miles long.
A feat of engineering
just to get there. The submarine
is like a pillow on its side,
akin to the Wright Brothers
Just baby steps. Simply open the door.
Never know
what we’re going to see.
Every dive new to science. True
creatures, landscapes
previously unknown.
We barely understand
what questions to ask.
We’re terrestrial mammals.
We gaze
up at the
heavens, wonder
what’s out there?
When we look down
into the
water, we don’t see
much. An o-
paque platform
we can pull fish from,
go for a swim, but we don’t
actually go far. Never
get below the surface
all the way down. Full of life.
Before we leave
home, we should at least explore
our own backyard. Valuable
compounds, medicines, answers
found in the ocean.
Space is a vast
void, vacuum
proven to be lifeless.
The ocean is
.
Don’t know where we’re going.
Don’t fear what we can’t see.