Bahamas
Terra
Wolfe
Schools
of iridescent purple fish
slip through the seas
that slide down my face.
Surface
tension
locks the liquid
It can’t flow
I
swim the canyons where coral and sea shadows
beckon me
slippery and lost
to
glide
like a great triggerfish
into the forever blue.
Until
that crystal thread
that connects me to memory
hums a siren song
beckoning
toward
prickly solid matter.
I
float in curious ponds
that fill and change and slide.
In
this thin liquid
await the tide.
away.
Copyright
2006, Terra Wolfe
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