Poetry

Night Swimming by Brian Patrick Parsons

Ink black night

Dip a bony white quill

Into blackest inkwells

Step into the night's

Soft fleshy bottom

Cord tied at my waist

To find the way back

Up to my chin

My head, the tip

Of the iceberg

My body, the unseen

Up on tiptoes now

No one here

Just bats

Swooping to the side

Sliding under

In over my head

Knees bent--
Eyes closed

Suspended and warm

Heart beating in my ears

LUB A DUB-

LUB A DUB-

And then delivered

Feet, dripping black
DRIP

Onto whitest parchment sand