In the deep

blue-black

of a submarine

I made my bed the floor;

spread rough blankets

 

whilst shoals of fish

flashed past portals

in tinsel flickers

of inky light and

nightmares haunted

dreams of intangible reefs

I couldn’t reach.

 

I lay down hardened

grappling blankets;

caressing roughness

until the fleeting broke

and opaque waves

of galaxies gazed

and hinted freedom.