equinox: aquarium

when the doorway becomes a gaping gulf
and i, upturned, go swimming down into the gully of
my life,
i swim past fish bellies
synchronously gliding,
my life an aquarium blue.

i don't know the names of the beings
whose arms sprinkle guidance daily—
i sense their immensity,
incomprehensible.

this aquarium, this room
seems to hold my world
but at the season's doorway,
i sense greater presence:
the expanse beyond
invisible glass
that contains, protects, constrains me.

perhaps the wheel of time—equinox and solstice—
marks out the equipoise of knowing this space and sensing beyond.

are these time's doorways into ocean?


Scooter Cascadia