The Wetsuit

It takes me back
The days the winds breath got taken away
The rough blue ocean
Turned glassy smooth
The four metre swell faded to one
The day when I first saw it.

The army green suit hid the free diver
Camouflaged among the rugged reef
The rubber kept him warm
While I was shivering on the seemingly ice cold surface
The energy-absorbing material got him closer to the Tiger Sharks
Along with six crays, more than my only two

I now have my own
Every time I see it
It reminds me of home, Dirk Hartog Island
The national park surrounded by world heritage waters
It inspires me to be like the people I look up to
When I wear it, it protects me from sharp rocks, fish, weed
The scent of neoprene along with warm salty sea
My blue wetsuit.