Monday, May 27, 2013

we, the fish finders

 My body relents
to the ease
allowing moments to slide in
glide past
Kick out
and ripple in fluid weaves

Everything slips away…
I feel grace
Strong
Light
Beauty

Like a fish

Lane by lane
we escape
gulping in the closing of the day
As coloured heads and bug eyes
Bop up and down into the falling light
that ripples across the skin

I only wish I could simultaneously write
Ink streaming from my belly across the blue silent floor
Song lines, thoughts, meanderings
drop out from my abdomen as I open my legs
Push
and glide, strong
Stringing a chorus across the warn fibre glass floor

I search for words
Secrets left behind
At Casuarina I find love
Parap has a penis
Markers to how far I have come

Distracted by my happy ponderings
I lift my head and dive in, cocky
slicing through with an obscure tilt
A searing moment shoots up through to my brain
Sharp as acid
Coming back to the surface, I am crying
I have been here before…
So next time I stay down for longer
dropping heavy and relishing a wolrd without painful breath
Reaching the end I blow my nose into the water
There is noone around…

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