— Nick Butterfield
More than once the lure was taken.
It was OK then to rise to the top
From the darkness below…
like a bottom feeder, a small shark
Who’s glowing green eyes collapsed
When pulled to the surface too quickly.
& now is the soul,
covered by a sea of kelp
Where Sun gives no clue of time,
up or down.
Eyes brighter, from
Being down so deep.
It is the lightness
at the bottom
Where I begin