Hunter's Sleep Poem by Kevin Maroney

A drop hits the water, ripples forth come
From deep beneath, gulping water some,
Yet in this aquatic space calm I be,
So deep below, drowning in the sea.

Sharks swirl round my feet, looking for a bite to eat,
Jellic strands seep their way through oceans deep,
My hands long past numb from burning chill,
And my mind so far gone, yet alert still.

In the wilderness, senses sharpen and lives dwindle,
As what came before is subordinate to the moments now,
Sleeping low, a mind is but of the current now,
And yet there is a certain fire in that comatic form.

From that slow oblivion, known to none but the water's cold embrace,
The sleep ends and the shark awakens to take his hunter's boon.