"jellyfish"
There are rooms underwater
we can’t imagine, pellucid rooms
we’ll never penetrate, gelid chambers,
fastened by lashes to the tide.
Dark sharpens their sparkle,
a trance of staircases and chandeliers
that traipse and sway as those
on ships drawn far from shore.
Wade out and they come to you.
Wade out by dare to palaces,
by drift, by lure. Wade out
by pendulum
that the slow bell of tide
may turn you
before you reach out
to beg dazzled entry.
© 2007
Sarah J. Sloat
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