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UNDER WATER
By Quentin Smith
My throat and head begin to choke
On irridescent ice and frozen blue moonlight.
The day eases out of my side like a knife
From a re-opened batttle wound.
The final piece of wood at the end
Of the boardwalk gives way beneath my feet
And I plummet free for a second
Towards the diamond surf that guards
The water’s private regions of undersea silence.
Suddenly, my field of vision is expanded ever deeper
Into the ocean’s spacious darkness.
Velvet black floors lie at the bottom of my rooms.
I am a lone silver body, turning perfectly,
Unseen under the veiled, screened off sky.
But the coldness slows my calmed heart
And numbs my beautiful dance;.
A decision needs to be made
About whether to return or stay.
I become stiller, wondering
If I ever want to see land again.
Written 1973 and 2002 |