Marine Snow

When plankton die

(at least the ones fortunate enough to live out their lives and not be eaten)

Their bodies sink to the bottom of the ocean
Creating a thin layer called
Marine Snow

So I can’t help but wonder

How many dreams
How many wishes
How many wants and desires
Exist in me,
Like my own personal plankton,

But sank

Deep in the depths of who I’ve become

Collecting
Like dust
In a layer of who I always wanted to be

How many
Of my plankton

Never fulfilled a fruitful life

And died
With so much potential left to live