Marian Shinn

I watch myself come to the surface
Refusing to be shallowed and banked.
The current driven into the bend in the bank
I glimmer through myself from the colour behind
Margaret Legum

Rhythmic Rebirth

Floating, untouchable on a
rhythm of its own, a benign
moon tugs at the beat
of an ocean floor. Stirring
bits from the depths,
heaving them frothing to
the shore, slamming
into rocks, sucking the sand,
spray painting the air.
I watch myself come to the surface.

Adorned with seaweed,
feet shod in crunching crystals.
Naked behind a slippery shift
of quicksilver water,
I claim the shore
of a mutable world.
Compelled onwards, away from the roar,
not glancing back to the shadows
on the far side of sunbeams.
Refusing to be shallowed and banked.

Teased by the breeze from
distant parched places.
Reeled upwards against the
shoving flow of mountain water,
to the ancient spawning grounds
and death in giving life
in a brew of snow-gouged minerals.
To rest, exhausted and expiring,
in the current driven into
the bend in the bank.

From the rounded pebbles
I glance up through clear
water, to life—refracted
by wind made visible
in rippling crystal,
adorned with slivers of
lives long gone—bronzed leaves,
lonely wings and faded blossoms.
I glimpse through myself
from the colour behind.

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