some poetry from march

where did you go ?

into the depths of self

under your little surface

plumb the murkiness

below the frenzied white caps

hold your metal breathe

though you risk drowning

it is done and gravity pulls

your submission into the cold ocean

with a little grace and patient blue eyes

you’ll end up in the belly of a passing whale

where you will find some respite

and time to breathe

and write a book that has an answer.