The seas lie, calmer and flatter
than an obsidian speculum
reflecting deepest slate grey skies
the colour of my eyes on
darker days

Inert waters
belie deeper currents
where subdued ire
and frustrated wonder
flow in eddies and undertow
that pull ever deeper

Cinerescent clouds
pallid faced
paler than ashes
dullen and silence, words

that fall in cascades
with no sound
but pound
and ricochet
like buckshot
to no effect
like hailstone pieces
that bounce
off the frozen surface

this perfect waveless
self possessed
reflection
that lies a smoothly
dispassionate
imperturbation

All I want to do
is break the surface:
this perfect glass
and dive to the deepest
place
where currents sweep
and roil and pull
a maelstrom of action
the only place where I can clearly
hear you call
away from the deadening calm
in the flux and flow

where, in the swell
and chaotic fall
it is all,
or nothing.