Marina

 

June Marie Johnson

 

 

 

I float beneath the surface

without need of harsh air,

sun-flecks flutter downwards, lost in blue

I breathe the water:

 oxygen reddens my blood,

redder than coral

 

 

Shoals of fish dart and twist

in bright chorus,

slow creatures nestle and forage

 among dark boulders where weeds fan

out like flukes saving softly as my hair;

 

 

I pause feel the silver locket bump gently

at my breast, dive back, head over tail

like dolphins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ŠJune Marie Johnson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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