Do not want to stray from the sunken plot
We dive deep into the cold water
Feel the muscles of the tidal waves.
Shrinking within, the roving eyes
Subdues in the flame orange sun
One bird alone in the roasted sky.
The silent sound of the clouds rumble up
Fear clings, fear settles in a hurry
Evading the fisherman’s spreading net.
A ragged field far away from us
The slow water lap the lonely bank
The gentle cold breaks in slowly.
In waiting for the dream, it swear
It seems to care what we are,
Our backdrop, our love in the dark.
A very vivid poem ,one that has, what seem to the reader to be, surreal elements. A couple of the lines left their mark on my sensibilities; ” A ragged field far away from us “,and ” it seems to care what we are “. The elements appear to be imbued with something like consciousness that take the narrative into magic realist territory,albeit gently.