Deep Seeing

Broken diamonds dazzle me,

inducing trance.

He has business underneath.

He parts the waves with vision,

searching prosaic shadows

for the vibrant shape of poetry.

Then drawing up the careful folds,

a dancing garment in the sea,

he lifts a salmon!

Silver protest thrashes at our feet!

His eyes are dark from their descent.

His smile flashes like sunlight on water.

He could teach me

to see beneath the surface.

But I am diving deep,

fluttering and shuddering,

remembering in rhythmic waves

how my child slid slippery from my womb

like a surprised fish.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018