Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Goggles


Staring
openeyed underwater was
miserable in the ocean where dead fish
float. And sink. I could not
close my eyes I did not
know if I wanted to. I did not know.

The further down you go, the less
things make sense: blood turns green,
sound drums everywhere, no-
where, and the sun

exists by faith alone. And it is cold, cold;
you wouldn’t believe it, how cold
it is. So I stared 
at my darkening
vision, lungs com-
pressing, heart
failing, wondering is it
worth it? swimming up
to sunlight, having
seen
the glowing eyes of fish
with teeth, and sharks, and cannibals—