Best friends, they were;
swimming the oceans
from north to south
and easy to west.
Never apart;
for to separate
would mean the seeking
of a very small fish
in some very large notions.
‘Have you seen my friend?’
they would ask as they swam about –
I doubt that they would ever again reunite,
although there is the slimmest possibility of a chance that perhaps they might.
Graeme Sandford 