SO FAR UNDER
So far under I can't swim back to the surface.
Was I ever up there? Stark in the sunshine?
Shifting ponder mouths me down, floors me.
Somewhere Moon is plucking up tides,
Distorting the equator,
Frothing rock-pools with crisps of dead kelp.
My ribs ache from the kiss of a flame-tongued chimera,
Thump of pantechnicon push in the seething dark
Breaking me utterly, no tracks to trace retreat.
I should be psalming howls and how longs
Yet I banter and jive from that place called normal
Bobbing my head with quotidian nods
Catching crabs in the slipstream undertow
Sucking me down askance
So cushioned and carried
You need never know.