The Pantomime Diver
Everything can tangle. Even you
can join this fray
of bravery and smarting lungs,
oh, deepest sea inside
a box of skin and neoprene:
how could I have known,
you knew, how the heart could never
anchor, how much do you love him,
really, how I swam like a dorado,
blooming, but still blind,
how I thought I’d float,
I’m not, how I asked
all the wrong questions, of myself,
how the water loves you,
loves you so much more
than I could, from the outside in,
and bending, sopping
in its sweetness, like a gill,
how the water never wonders
if calamity is like this,
everything I wanted going lungless,
almost understood.
