Hangover

A bewitching sea beckons

Red, white, maroon, gold

Sweet, sour, pungent and bitter

A short plunge and a large gulp

Seeking, searching

Diving in, coming up

A breath of air, a sip of water

Heading back, hitting the bottom

Lost and spent, I float up with the dawn

A couple of rough gems

One or two rounded pearls

Slithering stones and stinking mud

And a million glittering pieces

Of fact, fiction and fantasy

Sticking to my skin, drying in the sun

Some I brush away

Like sand from the beach

Some are etched deeper

Shining tattoos to talk about

For a couple of weeks

Then there are those…

Larger and sharper

Digging deep, in to skin and psyche

Bleeding and healing

As I head down again

Seeking, searching, probing…