Geography

Under Water

In pursuit of that which is beyond the edge. In pursuit of knowledge about the world. Between strata and elevations, over meridians moored like thought lines the unit of measurement overlooking water and wasteland. Along valleys – ridges jumped over along the edge of a concept. What is beyond the curvature of that which has yet to be seen?

We praise the clever geographers.

It’s lovely elsewhere, as like as not.

The ship was lost it sank
the team jumped the expedition in unison
we all fell into the depths
The ship was discovered
indeed capsized and in the depression of a public swimming pool
in a scientifically strategically significant location in Old Europe
though girls stand at the edge of the pool
and hum the tune “A Ship It is A-Sailin’In.”
The ship remains capsized
from the depths of the pool we handsome sailors surface
we see and swim in the girls’ direction
and surfacing find lovely maiden arms
reaching cordially toward us
and we’ve noticed there’s an odd echo on this rescue island

Of longitudes the latitudes the measuring cup runnneth over
on the horizon the rim of the bowl broken off
the doors gone the roofs open
we behold the life of leisure and below goes begging
it swims away it’s stuck like flesh
and amazingly there’s no gaze too deep no world not enough
it comes back up it’s presumptuous
and is far from me
for it to come too close
and I am here no matter what