The raft’s rough edges where deep clings.
Raft sighing back, yes, oblivions, I see you,
kaleidoscopic leagues, teeming
with hidden lives.
You want ours, too? Is this an invitation
or a warning––or play? The way our youngest
are known to slap with open hands
your surface
just to feel
you resist.
I get nonce verification failed when I post comments. Anyway, I was just saying that your poem is beautiful and it matches the picture. Hopefully this one will post.
Thank you so much for letting me know, Thomas (not that I have the slightest idea how to address that, but thank you)– and for this comment!