Remembering home
Where high
On the landing walls
My father hung watercolours
Of propeller planes
Here I keep a picture of
A mountain in winter
I wrap my hands around my eyes
Masking out its borders
Thinking of wind-blown pines
As I sniff the damp paper
Oh I am a submariner
A submariner
Breathe
Dive - Dive -dive
We plumb the unmapped waters
For clues to relay
Moving like the whales
Far beneath the waves
Watch particles drift outside
Envying the Krill
As they commute and multiply
Oh we are
The submariners, the submariners
Breathe
Dive - Dive -dive
Breathing with our voices
Pushing through the darkness
Hearing only the engine
The pounding
The silence
The still
Oh we are barely here
Alone with our thoughts
Alone with our thoughts