In the ocean at a dark new depth
Black and sinking like a stone
A shrill silence extinguishes my breath,
Fully conscious-I'm alone.

Then you're reaching your hand out to me--
At times when I don't feel you.
It's dancing, refracting, moving, gooey
And in our grasp our contours continue.

Often you hold me down steady
Like when, Christ, I could not write
All my tender words escaped me
They float up to new heights.

03/20/2009

Posted on 03/20/2009
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