Bluing underwater,
a nymph
or maybe a Hindu god,
I stand over you, composting,
turning reason to sludge.
Why did you set yourself
timeless,
a deep daguerreotype
in prismatic wet?
Were you searching
for Atlantis, or a mermaid
to love you?
Were you listening
with too much intent
to the waves' sonata,
or the sighing shifting
of the sand?
Bluing underwater,
a nymph or Hindu god,
I wonder if like Krishna
you'll return
to the world of man.
Originally published in The Cadaverine
