Can I learn to swim,
Through light beams
And scintillating particles
And cause no ripple of my own?
The sun’s rays struggle through stained glass,
And bees can see much more than I do,
A kaleidoscope of ultra violet geometric illuminations,
Where I see only white.
That have adorned my wrists
Have fallen away,
And their rattling has been silenced.
If I could honor a space
Between the black and white lines
Where that silence might reside,
Then I would have created a poem,
A vessel resonating with the breath of love.
© M. G. Iannucci 2016
Photo: Underwater light