Slow Motion Under
Water
Sometimes
I’m just weary
For no good reason
And the idea of all
that has happened
Comes to me
Resting – still –
deep in greenwater
Slow motion under
water,
And the weight of
water the weight of the water
Is heavy and sleepy
The knowledge is a
stone tied in string
And fastened to my
body
Each movement – such
an effort
Each moment spent
underwater
Makes it more
difficult to surface
And the rock tied in
quarters
The white cotton
bright against
The darkness of the
surface of the rock
It is not weightless
It is a heavy rye
loaf
It is made of solid
porridge oats.
And time is in slow
motion
Each movement a great
effort
Each blink
Each heart beat
Each deadened sound
takes hours to reach my water blocked ears.
When I hear it, it is
faint
Distant
Lost in time
Irrelevant
Defunct.
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