Submarine

2023 — Photographie

Overhead the albatros hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or why
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

— Echoes, Peddle, Pink Floyd, 1971