my emotions under glass
like my toe is bruised under the nail
caused by the occluding boundary itself
pushed against with every step
and my soul like the ocean
below a glass bottom boat
it takes an exceptionally clear day
or a new hemisphere to see
beyond those few metres of murk
and even then, perhaps,
i would bemused
like a tourist gawp
at bleached coral i have not the wits to recognise
between slides
i am crushed
quarantined
slow moving
perplexed