Sitting on the silver jetty of the girdered plateau
We’re told ‘fall backward and you’re right in’
I lean back and it’s as if some Higher Power
Picked up the landscape and turned it on its head
I’m flipped & falling into another, bluer world
Pushing myself up the weeded rope
Lead feathers in my pockets
Pulling me deeper into dark blue space
Fish, these small & hungry aquatic birds
Grow larger and larger and become planetary
And I am unsure whether I am orbiting Neptune
Or Neptune is looping round me
The water has formed a fist
And crushes my paper head
I hold my fingers across my nose and blow.
A Napolean Wrasse moves towards me
The thing stares me out with its flat gigantic eye
Warm and unwavering, its skin bashed in
By some celestial silversmith,
A clever blue moon.
I am given a velvety black cock
Down under, called a sea cucumber
It passes through my hands
And onto the ocean bed
This is unlike what I expected
There is not one jot of fear in me
It is as quiet as a carpeted bathroom
And feeling cleansed,
I do not want to leave
