February 15, 2005

sea change / into something rich and deep

I don't know what this is. It may just mean I'm not getting enough sleep.

Sea Change

My head is full of ocean
Like an aquarium in the helmet of an old diving suit
Fronds and mermaids look out from my eyes,
Strange creatures that never knew air glide behind them.
What truths I see gleam out through layers of murk,
Clear only when seen through a diver's lens.
Else shades of light veil greener, bright, then dense.

Yet like the ocean the truths I have I keep
And what I know may roll up on a tide
Or lie for years, buried, in the depths of mind,
Or roil past, seen only glancing behind the foam,
Or wear disguise, a sea-change only pierced in sleep.

Posted by dichroic at February 15, 2005 04:03 PM
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