The Ritual of Total Immersion.
Do not Take Me To The River, but take me down
By an excursion boat that will shudder and stop
And whose anchor chain rattles out
To deliver pink bodies on a flat sea
Suspended over the blanked out deep
Where I can climb up to the rail, with tense toes
Taking temporary prehensile grip on the
Slippery wooden curve as we dip and tilt to
Topple headlong through air too long and too short
For fear but too little to catch breath
And Be gulped in: fingers, wrists, elbows, crown, neck
Shoulder, back and thighs, knees, ankles, toe-tips
And under. And down.
Down as far as life can take us
Down further where lungs burn and fight
Down where pressure and fear can break us
Down where the bottom is hidden from sight
Turn. And exhale.
Up with gases streaming out of breath
Up through the watery stratum of eternal blue
Up to broken light, stealing back life from death
Up like a torpedo or a missile true
Surface shatters and I bob with a sneeze and snot
The pink bodies in bright costumes shout
Giggle, chatter to themselves in mundane sun and shade
I am back from the blue, full disciple of Poseidon
Rocking the boat from below with his trident
Soaked with grace gained from him in my
Ritual of Total Immersion.