Poem for J
I seek to know
only the beauty of a triggerfish
in its hollow;
only the repose of a leopardshark
on sand;
only the pleasure of an octopus
curled around its inkwell,
and the freedom of an eel
in the secret of his threat
óbut you, eater of small loves,
great pelagic of my inward sea,
wait at the reef of my heart
on coral-nightó
you carry me when I send,
past the sundrawn shallows
and over the shelf of my fear,
into the depths
to the dark expanse of joy.

Cyd Harrell, 2000.
Published In Oxygen Quarterly No. 20. Further rights reserved.
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