To Find a Way Up From Underwater
So many hours spent in staring up
from this cold place of summer buoyancy,
an underwater language fluency,
spirit, a forbidden chalice or cup.
This time I find that I will never see
through straps of leaves that float around my eyes
or move at all through grip around my thighs
and soon this water will erode whats me.
To know in time that you can reach surface
to see the suns lonely lost reflection
and to know the moments you will feel its heat
the powerful concept that once was us
to break through under water surf-action,
my glance above where air and water meet.