UNTITLED

Joanna Sondheim

 

Underneath sinking around.
Some spindle below, a grabby arm, like falling off of
Although the light outside, but swimming, and otherwise bright
Said the world there, a drippy comparison
Could skim along, a dingy. With flippers and nodding plants, what there
is whispered, secret fin-scape. Water everywhere, and a thick weight.
The need alleviated by the image, the drawing said
slippery snake, deep down dragon,
Winds up mutely on the sand, a dash for the drawing on the page.
Various writings: skipped waves, leapt ships. It can’t be said because it has not
been seen.
Twirling in the ocean? The marvels they talk of in one another’s ears.
Think animal blind,
Or a color there
The boat toes, little swim,
Let’s go swim, large lung.
Whips through, is thought, maybe shy stumble,
Lesser thumb, what can sight promise?
Under-drench, not a drop.
Swam well away from
The real dark, 1,000 leagues under?
Floats there, blindly, lucky irrigating arm, sweep wrap.
These years, the thrill, a round kiss, assumed a lonely giant,
so dark, the eyes are swimming too.
Let sway urban hope, and ducked again into a crevice, one lingering device.
If switch tail for lengthy head, hunters of the very very large.
Only sweetly dodging, the lusty photo, grasping article, article, admission, as
in the doctored squid, the tamed and loose-limbed husky grasp.
Harbors lined with ashore eyes. In no-light, just dressy sleep.
So far down, assumed to see and sustain, like fishing lures, and quick
to find and contain. The beak in the belly, rapid mark and decisive escape.
Plucked from saltier waters, the squid’s abilities out-swim
photographic advancement, tiny power there.
Speculate conclusions: sea-serpent, skin-monster, invertebrate athlete
Could this be the answer?
Apparently, under frill of,
the considerable, was sailing pretty fast
We expect to see an eye somewhere
Showing but a small part,
There is the chance of seeing in the dark.
Itself in the belly beneath the hull, careful
where one steps. If not this than, fight
for naming rights, the possibility of moving forward.