Further Down
To reach below
turquoise waves and snapping teeth
you took it into you
You eat breath, hungry
like a singer
Moving all the way down
in long strokes
away from rum punch refills
and sweating deck chairs
toward spiked coral faces—
in the opposite direction
from oxygen
while I hover
above the sunken algaed roof
waiting
until you reappear from the dead
I see you
witness the flush of silver fish—
three thousand needles
sewing ocean and light
together—this is how we see
and a dive
down into blue
almost night—
we are worlds
within worlds
and for years I will be learning this
