States of Poetry - Poems
States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'submergence' by Melinda Smith
by Melinda Smith •
submergence
I was all angle once
sharp and schist-like
a spiked rock dragon-back
arching into air
too late you learn the long
wash of days given grist enough
finds your fissures
chafes them wide
these days knowing I wade
in a rising tide of blonde of bland
when my time comes
I will degrade with particulate grace
become the merest dimple
in a cheek of beach
smooth and silted
with my own crushed dust
Melinda Smith