Deep in the Atlantic Ocean

Dark as night

And quiet as the grave

I am lonely out here.

The camera flashes

A forlorn beacon

I record …report

These eyes do not lie.

 

The weight of the world

Compresses.

I calibrate- calculate

Bell graphs, diagrams

Maps, tables, charts.

Precision mathematics

Delivered with the heavy heart

That I do not have.

 

But here is my truth.

I dream of release

With inconceivable desire.

And wait for the sign.

A signal.

To drop my anchor

And drift to the surface-

Free.

 

By Fiona Lochhead April 2017

 

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