On The Eaves Of Existence
How substantive is solid,
amongst the dappled eaves of experienced space.
Does your coracle float where the shadows dwell,
does it fly.
Can I stand and play, where you go.
tucked in legs,
piranha quick movements,
looking back, panicked breath.
Time has gone now.
Will I see myself looking in?
Dappled existence playing over my peering face.
Sculling back, mermaid tail, warm salty arms cradle,
effervescent wake paying out
back from where to I am was