To the Bottom, John Grey

Plein-Air-1-cropFlamingos, 15X22, watercolor, Gary Buhler

 

TO THE BOTTOM

underwater.
we breathed salt and stillness,
sharks and stingrays –
drowned?
corroded, sure,
all tattered flags,
busted wood,
empty dining rooms,
abandoned bunks –
we were kings
crowned by the roar
of waves overhead –
undertow didn’t bother –
laws suspended
we flourished, flowered –
in darkness,
coral and anemone,
deep engulfing sands
until the last plank breaks free,
kings of the fleet
where bigger ships than we
have sunk

_____________
John Grey

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