wanky poem

today i finally started editing my thesis into two workable articles, one of which will involve much more research and one which won't.

of course, i got toally caught up again in thinking, and poetry, and meaning and words and language, and all of a sudden my brain is working again (hurrah).

so here's a wanky poem about this all.



reading:
sinking into the salt-bouyancy of words on paper

those letters, strings of thoughts, and tangled meanings
wrap around
like long strands of kelpweed
dark, slippery, inexorable

startling
but in their element.

the subtle shifts in movement,
balancing on what feels like nothing
that nothing that surrounds and comforts -
warm, and skin-licking,
mind-tickling

dancing light in shards on the clear water
light and wave refracting

seaweed thoughts heavy and submerging
beneath the surface
water is like air
and breath punches out of lungs
in a spray of sudden understanding

before the final slow burn of a thoughtself
drowning
peacefully