Mystery

Mid June, midday 

Immersed, ten feet of pond water above my head, 

Facing earth, weighted from the hips

details fade five feet into a familiar green haze

A dive into the earth's bowels

my hands move fluid and strong through the miry clay 

there are dimpled spherical delicacies 

this is Golf's shadow side

Explorations of the underworld

in my aqualung suit

the swamp pervades everything, and pulls in deep 

It is a dark daytime hug - a mystical, intimate experience

from this containment

awareness extends to the outskirts of our solar system

I'm remote, and I'm looking down through the atmosphere

into the pond, right through my back 

into my lungs

with each movement

I stir up silt clouds 

and legions of lesser-evolved, tiny legged-fish
bounce off my exposed lips

the voice of God comes out of the cloud

it's like black silk

"feel my skin, my shells, 

blood earth wind stone

the stench, the sweetness

you will find me here"