High Dive

She finds herself at the Pavilion again,

its mildew-creased stone now cracked

porous and rough.

I am a blind starfish, she thinks, with

scruffed-bumpy knees, with

wrinkled, burrowing hands.

And because she is dreaming,
this translucent connection is a sigh
that cannot hold its form for long. A meaning
that come morning, will be slack fishing lines, floating

empty hooks.

But now,
in the silent space,
in the delicate stillness,
in the sunset's wilted flame,

before the startled splash of green-gold arcs
before the parabolas of dappled-droplet light refractions

before the miniature crashes of chlorine waves

there is the velvet-coal sky,

there is a fragile orbit,

an invisible trellis

that holds.

And because she is dreaming,

this landscape overflows

with the magnetic interdependence of
disparate things, and even her inclined and solitary heart
finds its place.

***

Credits & Notes:

Marisol is at an old, abandoned art deco pool called Sunset Pavilion that Megg Demina has built behind her Chapeau tres Mignon store. I love "discovering" little corners of the metaverse like this. Marisol is wearing Summer Playsuit-Blossom, which is one of the vintage bathing suits you can buy at Sunset Pavilion. Megg has strewn free gifts about, including water wings for the pool and gold hoop earrings!

Here's a better look at the suit (taken at Marisol's house). I just love the pattern:

Marisol's hair is .:[ Tiny Bird ]:. Into My Arms - Hazelnut. The feet are J's flipflap & barefoot. Skin is Blondes Bimbo by Vita's Boudoir. The poem is mine.