“We’ll know as children again all that we are
destined to know, that the water is cold
and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.”
– Jim Harrison
How long can I hold
my breath?
I sink — muffled
silence of water.
The Sun’s dapples
cease.
A pressured ring –
white noise in a dark place.
I understand now.
I want to reach
bottom.
The sun is forgotten.
Pain is assuaged.
An absence of light.
No Sun to light my way.
No moon.
Pluto is here; I’ve crossed
to the shore. Without permit,
the oarsman takes me back.
I am all flutters
as my heart tries to beat again.
You are here, waking
me – can I tell it so you’ll understand?
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Today is Day 18 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason,” celebrating the creative insanity of the late poet, Jim Harrison. As we approach each prompt, we are told to run as free and as crazy as the rivers that served as part of his muse…. We won’t go into the rest of what gave him inspiration!