Water, declining from the sun’s heat, cool
And overburdened with luminosity as the light,
Imagining such a place as ripe for growing
Many-coloured rainbows, watches as its blaze
Sinks sandwards, turquoise predominating,
Magenta and cobalt and saffron subservient to its rule.
Within this submarine encounter, floating in sight
Of the surface’s waves which revolve about them, throwing
Spray salt into the eyes of the attacking wind, catches the day’s
Fire and refracts it through emerald drops towards the waiting,
Lazy floating body of the diver, relaxing in free fall,
Motionlessly enveloped and caressed by the touch
Of the tender, tranquil, tidal transit. Eyes enraptured
By reflections concentrating on the call
Of some unseen siren, receptive to the taste of salt, of such
An undiscovered flavour, entire being captured
In a pensive, solitary experience.

				             1976