In this small desert
I can’t be still
as I was
in the waves
I dove under.

it happened there,
the whirlwind
‍
a mass of shimmering all around
I could not move
breathe
hear.

the fish mirror the light into me
a chorus of bodies
so close, I’m dizzy
frightened,
though they never touch me.

I am here,
unstill in the desert
still salted with light.

12/18/20 for Megan