Under Currents
The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach
A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast
From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling
Bones exploding, windpipes constricting
Where no human soul should inhabit
Down, down, down, where illuminates
All manner of unseen creatures
With crooked jaws
Electric lights of blaring neon green and soft sparkling
Pinks
And the color of glow sticks, that children wore ‘round their necks at skating rinks
Where no child goes now, the pull and the noiselessness of the silty bottom, where hagfish twist themselves over
carcasses like women scouring the streets for loose change
I imagine my body down there
Blue veins and stuff new
Resting in the Mariana Trench
Supine, arms floating upward towards light
sans soleil
A water dream, I am awake, fluttering eyelids!
All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel the…. I don’t remember the rest
Tears and sweat like the ocean
My heart is like the ocean
Yet I have columns of flame around me
And I pull on my t-shirt over my pale body
And drive myself to the ocean, letting cars pass
Wondering why
And when my bare feet hit the sand
My hazel eyes (or were they half blue and half brown? Nobody could ever decide!) are drawn to the expanse of water
Limitless possibilities, as the sun crowns the horizon
I reach out my hand to grab something
Across the eternal shocking blue
And what I grab is another hand
And it is my own
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2023
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