in extremis

and always diving deeper,

there came a morning

when the light splintered on the

diamond shapes of the day

and knowing it was beautiful

but using ever deeper – in an

instant,

I gazed on a bed of gravel

down within my soul

(stilled in the silence

of that car park,

where each machine spoke of significance

and prowess)

shocked to find this limit

where no pearls are hidden, no

green slime smoothes each stone;

having ever fought to stay head

down, feet kicking above,

I looked around and there above me

crescent water shapes of light

ribbon eels of sun

quietly and deep inside,

I put the world on hold

and felt the body of the spirit

kick out to right itself

and then hang limp

to rise