swim down underneath clouds
wearing appropriate water
your poems as good as rocks
in your pocket
through the imaginary harbour
like an abscess in the gum
false cartography
the slack diary opens
breathing blue
you say hello to the cliff’s edge
find your marrow
check the calm place
the good water
the dog water
the kicking water
keep digging in rain
feeling hollowed
arms in the darkness
into the undulating rock
the gliding ocean
the evening ocean
the inside ocean
something is shut off to you
breath runs out
dive down into air
there is no sound
breast stroke in the present
you wear your special dress
on the surface a storm
gathers
