Nick Rhodes
A Clear Mountain View
As we achieved a high position
The island simplified in jasper shades.
It descended from us and became ideal
Under the sun; even stones
Crystallised at our feet.
It was a soundless place,
We could recline like gods
Unable to move or speak.
And we saw swimmers, far below,
As dark filings drawn over the edge
Into the sea. They shrank back
From the land that seemed a bride
To their first nakedness.
Swimming, they hardly showed,
But we imagined them rise up,
With braids of glass,
And beaded, falling skins,
Swimming as if they had no need for sunlight
During their florescence,
And swimming until night fell
So suddenly, we never saw
Them leave the water,
Remembering now
We almost heard voices,
Their choking laughter.
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