Scuba Diving

 

I view a picture of the sea’s surface
up in the sky, as though a storm
is going on while a world smiles
in peace. Fish, two of them, fly by
in silhouettes, new planes looking
for survivors, or preys; I pray
& swim with them in the air,
feel water is around me every-
where. I stop, hold a mussel, I
don’t know but I think it’s wet. I
listen for lectures, but words here
are mere gestures, a life in bubbles.
You can’t get angry although pressured.

 

 

 

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