05 October 2010
More Water Ideas
Sometimes when I relax and close my eyes
I wear an aqualung
To dream myself below
The sticky top tension
Of the ocean’s might.
I push down against the buoyancy
And peer gawk-faced
At colors that wouldn’t be right in the air
And body parts
Without terrestrial purpose,
Like tentacles and dorsal fins.
At things that move in ways
They just don’t do above the waves.
Even the gentle push of a ripple
Touches every little wet bit of sea.
I wonder if the octopus five thousand miles away
Feels me wade in his water?
....don't quite know where I'm going here...