Somewhere Deep: Looking Up (Part 2)
II. Looking Up
A narrow cut of sky
Is what I have access to, looking up
From the corresponding slender base of the gorge
Where I now lie.
My back is supported by flat, dry earth - an extension
Of the same rock that took me in
When I plunged
from the cliffs of enchantment.
The blue stripe framed between the two rock shelves
from where I dove
is barely blue.
It’s painted over with streaks made by other divers.
I’m gazing up at them now:
each one, a unique trajectory.
Oh, the joy of watching the lovers
with all their minds’ power
And plunged anyway
Who, regardless of rationale and responsibility,
into the color
Smearing one hue into the next
Getting caught, getting dirty,
And for a moment in flight,
About the ground
The rainbow has its way with them
Tossing some divers about
Catching a few bodies in its broad, tinted bands.
Everyone eventually lands somewhere near the basin of love's canyon.
Eventually, everyone achieves this view, looking up.