At the bottom of the ocean,
In a mariner’s trench so deep
That Hillary could have climbed it,
We pray that we will find silence.
So carefully we tap the phones,
A titanium-encased bug
That we place in the ocean’s heart
So that we can find its stillness.
Yet even here, beneath the waves,
We can still hear nature breathing;
Earthquakes crackle through the damp air,
Humpback whales groan and glug with joy
Serenading lovers unseen,
Whilst typhoons pass by overhead.
We try escape, but we cannot
Yet halt the never-ending whine
Of a passing ship’s propeller,
Nor the niggling feeling of doubt
That we are all just voyeurs;
Listening without permission
Then ruining the symphony
By running onto nature’s stage
Screaming “Look at me! Look at me!”
This is a poem that was inspired by the research that is currently being done by researchers from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), who have been listening to the deepest part of the world’s ocean. Instead of finding silence, they found a dissonance of sounds ranging from whale song to the noises made by passing ships. You can read more about this research here.
An audio version of this poem can be heard here.
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Most wonderful poem!
Thank you Monica, I am so glad that you like it. ?
Thank you Samuel. We have put so many barriers and distractions in the way of ‘hearing nature’s breathing’. Even worse than ‘look at me’ is ‘I didn’t know you were there’; and its nearly too late…
Thanks Phil, this is so true. I hope that it won’t be the case that in 20-30 years we end up saying ‘can you remember what we the away…’