A pendulum past her prime, she still has rhythm.
Unpredicted, poured,
subsurface plume deep yarned
with sage.
She is an upside down collision. She collides
with coral reef. Skeletal, they and she relent
to passing fins and the breathlessness of gills.
Pale lamina purses
(threat or lover?)
scale-slips.
To her, a diminuendo
is the approach of the ocean floor
muted by the ripplesplit sand.
To her, ascent
is delusion,
rootlessness
is the only way out.