Mermaid

You drop your stone in the still surface of my soul,
Just to see what patterns the ripples make.
Are you searching for buried treasure, or unmarked shoal,
Or reef made through coral time keeping,
For your sake?
Mapping out what lies beneath the calm.
As if my rhythms would surface to show all
That moves and grows deeply in my waters, like balm
For the many spirits, fearing themselves lost, who call
Echoing across conductivity’s’ resonance.
I dance.
That’s really all I do, no mystery,
Nor clues left lurking in past history,
For you to pry loose and float embarrassingly to the surface.
I am part mermaid.
I breathe water in my dreams.
I can visit the underworld any time or place
Easier for me than flying, it seems.
I have charted my waters, my fragile underneaths
Dancing to the play of sunlight across my rippling need
Knowing the slipstream pathways that the moon bequeaths
I trust fully where they lead.