Metamorphosis
Imagine crawling from ocean,
one world for another,
the sea,
dream-like, muffled to the touch,
the fish slipping through weeds
in silence
and beyond, dry land,
seeming more liquid at first,
where limbs are unhindered,
palms stirred by invisible wind.
Alpine tops hold snow,
so clear they are deceptively far.
Then rises
the desire to fly,
little knowing
it is possible to fall here.
You have lost the ability to soar
as once you winged canyons,
nor yet aware
how the peaks will crystallise in time
to hard fact
and become definite.
Colin
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