Published on ‘Curator Magazine’
UNCHARTED WATERS
Words
obscure creatures of the deep sea,
ghostly, translucent, writhing
make my dinghy.
I grip
vowels by their hoops,
or stiff rods
ribbons of gluey algae
sticking to the roof of my mouth
I grab
consonants by their hooks,
multiplying shoots of
Posidonia Oceanica
with its free-floating fruits.
Adjectives are still unknown
in the hundreds,
an abysmal abyss,
the hadal zone.
I hang on to floats:
safe verbs, prepositions
sometimes nouns
couched in modest tones
coiled to craft,
a raft of my own
when the wind abandons
uncharted waters.