Fragment

this is a fragment
a mermaid's hand
shadowy, slender
deep and tender
a cult, not occult
real, not obtuse
beautiful, but diffuse
a song
a shadow falls
follows
ghost in trance
dance
song in making
hand roving
catch it, plunge
draw a picture line
fount of sorrow
paint it
heighten billows
overhead
take the deep deep plunge
in gallows of water
what does it matter?
your hand, shadow line
no one watches
the other hand does
out of rippling sky

Fragment

emerging trance
a dance of moistening hip
iceberg's tip
all that is fallow, hollow
will be plumbed.