DIVING BELL
I wanted it to be me,
that was my one wish for Christmas.
Instead of that though,
we clung to one another in the parking
lot below the clinic,
knowing the unfortunate answer.
This was December 22nd
and rain poured on the earth above.
We were far from sun dress,
dappled meadow, the breeze between your
knees
I imagined would greet us as we
surfaced.
The diving bell is in place, I whisper,
going lower
to somewhere Spanish galleons rest
their keels on the ocean bottom
and new life thrives in
familiar wreckage.
Erick Mertz