Surface, smooth as glass
Calm, organized, rational
"He has depth," they say,
but I don't see it
Some pull on the anchor line
descending slowly
I plop in and sink down faster
seeking out the dark depth
Underneath, chaotic struggle
Shark eats fish eats fish
On the floor, a cloud of sand
ruins visibility
I move through the cloud
compass, computer to guide
Must be near the anchor line
How much air do I have?
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Diving into the Subconscious?
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4 comments:
That's wonderful, R.
Very nice.
The ending is great - creates instant tension and lots of questions within questions.
There is definitely depth.
I'm having a series of very intense dreams, and I wanted to think of a metaphor for my own comfort. Scuba diving came to mind early in the morning when I was up with one of my kids.
Beautiful, introspective poem.
Wow.
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