By Richard Kenney b. 1948 Richard Kenney
Touch swollen tonsils:
gill slits.
Inside eyelid: slimelight.
Cheek: shark.
Here foreknown
I’ve dived
down dawnless
microbial snows,
phosphor blue to blue-
black, to black.
I fend
fish. I find
the saffron curb
of   the sulfur vent,
veering voiceless
again into the segmented,
swaying, white,
toothed tube-
worm, Time.

NOTES: Read the Q&A with Richard Kenney about this poem

Source: Poetry (December 2012).


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Poet Richard Kenney b. 1948

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Living, Time & Brevity, Nature, Animals, Seas, Rivers, & Streams

Poetic Terms Free Verse