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