Today's poem is by Kate Northrop
Dive
More difficult by night, you must
make yourself up in tank & mask
and from the stern, easeinto the water, into a place that does not
readily appear, does not
assume you: suited-up and numbed by gloves, strappedto a machine. And what did you think?
That as it is
in the shallows of sunlight,you might pick a pointthe teeming reef, flickering
of an Angel fishand focused there,
arrive before your body? No,this is the world which for once
does not believe in you.
This is the anchor line, and though you can barely see,
pin your eyes to the braided rope. The algaed frays,thicker now beneath your hand, twist
and loom. Here is the lamp,the beams of which disperse into surge & emptiness,
into indifference of the gravest depth, and yetdescending, is this not
what you always wanted, to beas pure mind, reading closely, a verb
without responsibility to object? Are you notstripped
of all accompaniment and fallingtoward the world you've dreamed of
almost a perfectcleanliness, almost the soul, if not for your handnow yours,
now aliensliding over the rope?
Copyright © 2007 Kate Northrop All rights reserved
from Things Are Disappearing Here
Persea Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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