AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA

the cabin I once graced
now lies
at the bottom of the sea

seems it was something
of a cursed vessel

and where I am now
this semi-desert
an inland ocean once
paleontology
has determined

in the long long view
that tingle tremble
beneath your feet
may
   at the end of the day
be a matter truly
tectonic

I almost drowned
on a ship
in sea water
         the day before
it docked in harbour

thought I could swim
just sail majestically
across the water

me being
most water
     of all the water signs

sank
  like a stone, a thing
of lead

thought wrong

somehow feel that this is
not the last
episode in
an ongoing saga

me,
and the bottom of the sea

CLEAR

CLEAR

on the farm
there are no rivers
there
is no sea

just a fence
that cows from
the next farm
sometimes
trample
down completely

and do
I scour the fields
looking for paper

need to draft a sign
of warning
to prohibit entry

write a letter
to someone
to

separate the sheep
from the goats
the sea
from the land

the real
from
the surreal

keep
boundaries clear