There is something under your tongue
Your entire life. You have an answer
Of too many letters to finish the crossword,
And what you’ve done in ink can’t be erased.
You are crouched in front of a fridge
Unable to identify the size or location
Of the hunger you are trying to fill.
You look at the moon drenching a field
Silver and a sun gilding a lake and it is
The most beautiful ad you’ve seen
For a product you’ve forgotten.
You sit close-mouthed, the irritant
Under your tongue a shell fragment
Of your innocence, or maybe a memory
Of something you could never swallow.
But now the pearl you’ve become
Around it is so full you can’t speak
And your head is in a sea through which
Shafts of light support the slanting sun.
And through a ring of splash
Descends the diver come
To collect the opaque beauty
Of your burden, and you wonder
How long angels can hold their breath
Because you are much deeper
Than you remember being.