Swimming in a fish bowl

Swimming in a fish bowl
the poem whirling
caught on the rim of my tongue
set loose it lisps
as I sing, my heart is Celtic
a harp, a knot
a sail ballooning in the wind
the Isolde of my mind
on the sandy shore
scanning the pebbles for emeralds
green levigated glass
how many stories lie ensconced in a beach
the centuries piled
in interwoven intricacies
thicker than lace spun by nimble fingers
small pink hands
as I clap the sound echoes back
into the mind
its chambers deep
door after door opens
releasing the witness
to myself
in a branch bare from leaves
the October wind howls calling my name
in an arcane tongue
wooing my hair
smelling my body
the skin that shines of the years of my life
in this moment mine to keep
a cycle repeating within
a tidal wave led by the moon
in the answerless abyss that is creation
neverending, never stopping
only change to be embraced
for a longing
for a weltschmertz moment
in a glimpse of hope
a daisy–petals widespread
the toes of my feet heading earthward
as a downward facing dog to the sun
saluting the essence that is
my true self immortal
unique, ever changing
divine
one

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