Diver

Like an uninvited Wedding-Guest, I mingle,

below, in limbo, where small fish are stars.

Did we really drag ourselves up from the shingle,

unmarked in Time, before the birth of Mars?

Will the Ocean bed digest me, with a mumble,

or turn me into aliment, for spite?

Will the Coral cliffs begin to crack and crumble,

while scattered bones lie ominous and white?

Geology and Science through the Ages

will prove and disprove all the facts they can.

I disregard Philosophers and Sages,

and look to Eden for the Birth of Man.

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 1995