Plunge ~ Robin Chapman

Out of the tunnel of dream I crawled,
trailing the mud of fear and hope
its seaweed and debris

Out on the boat of my body I floated
through underground cavern
to cave mouth and wind roar

to stand on the shore of forgetfulness
among the air drinkers
the sun-eaters in the meadows of light

Out of the river of sleep I woke
to open the book of day—
cloud-rent, geese-scrawled, light-shot—

plunging into history