Strange—that I remember
music in a
place where I heard only my
own bubbles.
Strange—that troubles seemed
too ephemeral
to sink with us into the
dangerous
belly of the deep blue sea.
Insectal
pilgrims, we journeyed among
wonders. Tossed
times passed seeming, I have
remembered: how
sunlight dappled, dazzled,
reveled on
carnival colors, creatures,
coral
candles all aflame—a world
barbarous,
not tame—how bejeweled
fishes danced in
the ether of a realm too
delicate
to touch, how such
dreamscape overawed…farthest
from skies in a world where
everything flies.