It occurred to me you were
a living confirmation: every effort has its effects.
Even the ripples made by your gainly strides
in this realm of
brake and shallows; had stirrings beyond the work.
After lowering to the surface, with its overlap of above-
ground orange, gold, a simplex
of sky and overhang, you
let your neck
do all the work—let it
carry you through and through. From this, I wanted
a lesson: Above orange, gold; gold and orange
below. All that is left
for me to do is follow
through. I wanted to be able to write: there is an axis that comes
and below that, a lower line. But everything added
is light. Wait, might
be the lesson;
to have a break-through, breathe
shallowly—then it will come to you:
the part of the work you cannot control:
the lengths you thought you had gone to, and yet,
coming up again with nothing struggling, catching the light.