- Vol. 10
- Chapter 06
Image by Sarah-Jane Crowson
CUCUMBER COCKTAIL
The dance
of the Hours:
fairy princesses arise
in the aquarium,
floating, drifting,
timelessly moving,
destinationless.
I fell asleep in my chair
and they were there,
or here—
everywhere.
They were watching me
as though I were an ocean,
or space itself.
Dancing,
they gazed inwardly
as the great green
sea cucumber arose
lie behemoth or leviathan,
touched
by the tiny hand
of a wee fairy princess
who evolved from a jellyfish,
a medusa, sting
absorbed into humanity,
transformed
the gigantic being
to one drop of water
CUCUMBER COCKTAIL
containing all ocean,
all dancers,
all plankton
of Thought.