(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.