A drop hits the water, ripples forth come <br />From deep beneath, gulping water some, <br />Yet in this aquatic space calm I be, <br />So deep below, drowning in the sea. <br /> <br />Sharks swirl round my feet, looking for a bite to eat, <br />Jellic strands seep their way through oceans deep, <br />My hands long past numb from burning chill, <br />And my mind so far gone, yet alert still. <br /> <br />In the wilderness, senses sharpen and lives dwindle, <br />As what came before is subordinate to the moments now, <br />Sleeping low, a mind is but of the current now, <br />And yet there is a certain fire in that comatic form. <br /> <br />From that slow oblivion, known to none but the water's cold embrace, <br />The sleep ends and the shark awakens to take his hunter's boon.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunter-s-sleep/
