Ocean Descent
On the baby-rocking wave horizon
water clear and breeze cool
before the gasp and downing
the catch of indigo cold
You sense the space and spaciousness
of your aspiration
scan the abyssal plain
lucid dream a soft abandoned tarmac
a plane could want to not crash here
now it is plain to see between water and solitude
solitude is the older of the two by several years
(one can tell by the way they talk to each other)
you own the pulse in your ears
and the swelling ropes of your lungs
begin to catch the nearness of the alien
freed by the weight of the water
emancipated from land
you will soon be a fish out of air
on a slow wingless flight
hostage to a premonition of spasm
Such a boundless expanse of amniotic womb
fathomed and fathomless
A taste of salt comes unbidden to tongue
and your eyes lift to the mute light above
diffuse patient uncompromising