The Shallows
Published March 27, 2024
I spend most days floating
in the shallows
Drifting shapeless in salted brine, content
at least
not always but I hold my breath
occasionally
to plumb the depths, diving deep deep down
through the tunnels and the chambers and the valves
those pipes of what I am
to uncover hidden places and the things that they contain
outlining intentions is vital
Or else forget the paths to the shapes
I wish to be since
the truth is
mostly I am weightless
in the shallows