Today's poem is by Timothy O'Keefe
If Palinurus
You put me here.
Where ships are small
and darkly elegant. Where high
currents lace opaque.I probe a craggy floor
for clues. Opal coral,
the anemones wooinglugubrious forms.
On the verge of waken,
they lid with prickly fish.I weigh less than a buoy
but you've tethered me far below
blue. I despise your epiphaniesand still the bubbles rise.
I nuzzle a reef's algae collar
and when a mythic squid drifts byI reach for the salt-blonde tentacles.
They wave and wave away.
The gods love a tormentor.I remember day like a first word.
Then sleep tugging
a thousand meters down. Lookup. Say something.
Let me hear the sound
of my celestial chain.
Copyright © 2009 Timothy O'Keefe All rights reserved
from Subtropics
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