The Moya View



I am Jonah in the belly of Leviathan

living only when the beast surfaces,

exchanging liquid grief, heavy air

for the unwanted gasps of new life.


I pray out of this belly for gills

and only the ocean hears my voice,

It deepens and encompasses me,

its waves billowing me in absolution.


The beast vomits me out to her caress,

a body of weeds penetrating to my soul.

I dream of sinking, my thoughts fainting,

lungs releasing their corruption.


I relax and the waters reject me.

It refuses me gills knowing

that land creatures were meant

to see only mountains and sky.





One response to “Underwater”

  1. Caroline Shank Avatar
    Caroline Shank

    I like this a lot . The only remark is on the word “vomit”. It seems so out of place somehow. The poem is very storytellling. I like the idea.

Leave a Reply

The Song of Names
Gretel and Hansel Get Parental Advice
%d bloggers like this: