Nestled in my cerebrum
is a coral garden
inhabited by diminutive neon-striped fish.
Darting, technicolour lollies
with dialed-up clarity.
A child's colouring book,
its texta bright etchings
spill
into an iridescent ocean of thoughts.
Sunlight skips a tiny dance
through transparent bodies
as they kiss at
puffs
of microscopic life
encased in living cliffs.
Nibbling, pecking and falling
to cavernous trenches
as blue fades to navy and a murky steel.
My musings can be an ocean clam
yawning
and bogged,
spongy, sedentary.
Underwater sounds
echo and murmur
and SCUBAed mouths
breathe phosphorescent fizz,
a trail of bubbles
and a slow-motion shout's
distorted cry
…"oorrrrrggggghhhhh!"
Clarity sears when slow thoughts
emerge
from the deep.
A leviathan submarine,
a drifting colossus.
Bulky
indistinct
with a questioning eye
glaring straight through me:
searching for sense,
a disdainful blink
before
the behemoth floats away.
Its legacy a deep thrilling fever
seeping and energizing,
mind racing free and clear.(David)
