Adrift . . .

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
and pops
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?)

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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