l.
To swim is
not to sleep, although the two
are similar. Yours and
other bodies in a restless refracting
intelligent body conducting
bodies with ruthless ease. To slip
under you need courage, or
great fatigue. To float
requires a skeptic’s mind.
To breach into light, first the
surface must be expecting you.
ll.
Divers who pulled our
dead from their cars
when the bridge
collapsed swept
for the limbs of the drowned.
They clutched
toes or thighs or fistfuls of
hair in soundless pitch,
jubilant with each
blind contact,
for only those bodies
felt could be brought home.
lll.
Soon you will be
cumbersome on land, your limbs
abhorring gravity, your body
appalled by its magnitude, every
thudding step a cry
for suspension in a
body of silence and lift.
In your sleep, this
body will come
bearing spine of seahorse, eardrum of
whale, skin
of trout. You will don them
each,
then break the surface.
--Kristen McHenry
2 comments:
I love the lines:
To breach into light, first the
surface must be expecting you
and
for only those bodies
felt could be brought home<
Thank you, as always, Kristen for your poems.
Thank you, Jo-Ann! Both of those are lines that I struggled with for two weeks straight. I'm so glad they spoke to you. I will e-mail you soon.
Best,
Kristen
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