Divers
(La Quebrada, Acapulco)
Shall we become divers?
Me the brown pelican torpedoing off jagged cliff
cushioned by air sacs beneath my skin
then rising up a harbour in my bill,
surviving the bellow of the water.
Shall we become divers?
You outlined against a reddening sky,
climb raw barefooted creeping over rock.
Fine-tuned you hover waiting for the incoming wave
that will salvage you from a vicious deep.
Then clamber when the dark expands and
strike out.
Shall we become divers and fall together?
Tricking the night with our shifting moves,
caught in the corona of a brazen moon
poised each within ourselves to plummet.