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Submerge
by
Paul Grimsley
A ballet of bioluminescence
Moving about fathoms deep,
Liquid dreams floating under an ocean’s sleep:
Submarine life and its fluid rhythm,
Where every man is a nemo reaching
Out across a submerged Sistine chapel spread
Into the womb of life where genesis bubbled
And the salty mother awakens to touch fingertips,
Beneath the tide where blood ebbs
And flows through coral echoes of webs.
Easing into the sink and swim of salty whim
And awakening the body as distinction evaporates,
Submerge, in its mercurial essence, time and mind and life and all,
Let not deserts cloud the perpetual reign.
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