A Pool of Stained Glass

I plunge into a pool filled with crystals

and rubies and the pain is sharp and

cold as I look light years away and

predict the future on the wings of parrots

some twenty thousand miles away

the jungle calls me back in screeches

but I yank the vines out of the way

and swim deeper into the underwater

treasury past golden busts of celebrities

and Presidential candidates past throne

rooms filled with diamond-encrusted

microphones and silver medals I cannot

breathe now but the air bubbles keep

flowing behind me and I can't float anymore

it's as if all the beauties of the world are filling

my chest and a magical aura of bewilderment

leads me onward into the depth of a pool

filled with crystals and rubies.