Treading Water

i stare at my feet

taking life too seriously,

hunting for shadows

in the prismatic deep,

while the sun is before me.

.

indolent fish bear my curiosity

with a mutual stare,

refracting and lacking

a capacity to yearn

for inner perfection,

or to wonder why

the whorls on their scales

are as individual

as my fingerprints.

.

operculum open

they beat the common sea

into each other’s gills,

a will to survive

not thrive,

and only i

wonder if they envy

their feathered progeny,

scattering ripples

as they flee.

.

i turn the stone

at the bottom of the cairn.

a tendril of dust

turns waters green,

as their iridescent armor

flickers within my skin.

.

beneath an ocean of quarks,

with the innocence

of human arrogance

i ask the kosmic dark

to profess its love,

with an affirmation

exceeding inflation.

.

a stunning “yes”

resounds on universal breath

as the world is held

and cherishes its Self.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: Wading

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