L’ETOILE(The Star)
Unable to swim
but willing to dive
I plunge
from the honeymoon
boat left bobbing
on a blue
created with
sunlight & water
I dive
to the bottom of the sea
become a fish
flippered & snorkled
hold now
a starfish
clutched in my hand
fascinated until
gazing up
I see above me
the dreaming boat
asleep on
a thin blue line
of sunlight & water
& I
70ft below
it
I suddenly realising
I can’t swim
somehow make it
back to the surface
holding the starfish
that you sleeping now
clutch
in your dreaming
hand.
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