KATE MEYER-CURREY

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POETRY

Image by Genessa Panainte

Surfacing

First thing today my brain lay dormant: a 
rock-basking lizard drugged with opiate
humidity. Ideas briefly, like geckoes, only
to slide back into its crevices, dozing until
my somnolent body sweated out the strain
of work. My head was just a heat-baked brick:
I could not write. I waded through late morning;
a deep-sea diver in lead-lined boots, adrift like
seaweed on its lazy current. I snorkelled coffee,
decompressing, until I was afloat, bobbing on
the day’s surface. Fissures in my brain’s reef
expelled a shoal of bright thoughts. I was back
in the swim.