In the land beneath the waves. . .
Or the shadow of an angel?
A silhouetted manta ray glides above me
ghost angel in a sky of deep blue water
(My God how deep am I?)
more than hearing
The countless oceanic sounds
Counterpoised by that deep hum thrumming . . .
(What makes that sound?)
The manta of heaven circles
I lean back and let that world so far away
The world of the sky and land
World of technology and traffic and . . .
I let it go
(Rapture of the deep?)
A timeless Time passes
(Where’s that damned boat?)