Under the Current

Below, the flow...

untroubled surface,

time’s come adrift.

And so you know

you’re balanced over

tectonic shift.

You sense that something has gone astray

but you can’t put your finger on it,

you never get to see the picture that’s unfolding,

that’s in your future to be honest,

under the current.

By day, by night

the stars are falling through your head.

The hair is bristling all down your arms,

this fever’s got you something rotten.

You caught the memories that you once expressed as wishes,

you thought they’d been forgotten.

The wind is whistling around your ears

if you could bring yourself to listen.

On those blank pages that you’ve torn out from your diary

your history’s already written.

Under the current,

the undercurrent

under the current.