jazz/roun'midnight

the music ever round me,

unceasing ocean,

unctuous,

unbeginning but begun,

long untaught i could not

hear

nor swum to dive your deeps

beneath the drift down deeps that bury sound

in blindly bubbles deafly deep:

slow-drag

slick seabed

blue-down-dwell

drag slow to a

stop; then...

(beat)

foot feel first

push off foot and

reach

(a beat)

and reach up with

weightless rise and kick

up toward shimmer

(breath-held-beat)

and

buoyantly

up and through

splash and breathe and free and heat

where surf sounds sing then sizzle the face

with a blast of voice, like sun,

translucent, strong ascending

a rainbow spray that rides the shine;

now a twisting moan unveiled in sweet air

above rowdy skips and flips and kicks

a saxophone sailing

snaps at arching intervals on tops of purpure waves,

bone-vibrant bass shudders lusciously under and through

the splash-down of all their sound and one

triumphant trumpet

spins brass-glad notes that break, i hear

and of all these i

float full myself