Bermudas

marine to noon on AméricasAirplane First the dark meer begins to breathe gently into green into light & light green until there are like blue ribs upon the water. dreaming and the ribs of water’s colour are the gills of the first fish breathing the first land the first eye -lann until there is what shd not be here on the water white footsteps of sand from the bottom of the ocean become the thin road to Eleuthera long & thin upon the water walking until there is suddenly a black stone a dark veil kabala surrounding by whorls of worship green water scallops folding into themselves like soft jewels the first huge fish out of creation w/ribs veins glimpse of a tail & deep channels in between where they will be mountains & ridges & villages & ozure indigo sunsets of lapis lazuli & white salt marking its finely corrugated edges & stretching out into thousands of tongues. miles of soft drifting labials. like pellucid love on the water. this fish from the air of so many so many untangles & 10 thousand years later there are trees glistening sunlight & listening rain & white streets & houses & people walkin bout & talkn to each other on the water & across its blue echo & thinking of horses & houses & now soon after midday there are great ob -long blotches like a stain of milk & a great spider spreading itself along the pale glazing bottom of the water. and this great planet passing upwards towards us out this silence & drifting & blessing of the water