The Reef

Thoughts rise
like scattered fish
in the warm pelagic zone called “me.”

Peering down, far below,
I see a black Madonna
In the concrete rubble reef.

Sunlight, sunlight,
everywhere sunlight.

Scuba diving down,
the sun slats
paint a fence line
across the face of the Madonna.

Below, the reef,
coral, parrotfish,
and–no me at all!

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