ADVENT DAY TWENTY-THREE: EMILY CRITCHLEY

from Wet grass is where the Atlantic meets the Indian ocean

swim the

            delight & hurt not

where glass is enough / & thorough / & wet

            in the

different finding waters

that clear on one side & clouds on

            the other

thorough mine / through looking

thorough your / thru waving

& the through / the sea-grass

in the finding / the clear / in the

at last clashing

            is full

            about mine

in the

/ yours through that that is different energies dropping

coral leaves

invisible reaching

of same then bodies

sweet energies

fields in the / delight

            that dreaming

or the swimming / thru finding

the swimming / thru finding

the humming sounding

/ the dream-waking

with me there.

[…]

in the finding / the swimming / the through-ing

dreaming

where sweet

            you can really

            have always

& the reaching the reaching the reaching & still

in bodies (waters) of coral

            / same clear wet grass

as before

that play of that

dreaming or humming finding

/ thru of those bodies

of 

/ wet coral while

            sleeping

Emily Critchley has poetry collections (with Arehouse, Bad press, Dusie, Oystercatcher, Torque, Holdfire, Corrupt, Intercapillary and Barque – forthcoming) and a selected writing: Love / All That / & OK (Penned in the Margins, 2011). She is editor of Out of Everywhere 2: linguistically innovative poetry by women in north America & the UK (Reality Street, 2015).