Everything wavers,
iridescent glass
moils above me
as a chilled gush-gust
continually flaps me
along the riverbed.

I sway like seaweed.

Carp, Pike, and Barbel
regard me with interested eyes
while awaiting dinner.

My fingers glide across
anchors of stone
that pack each pocket,
stroke the smooth surfaces
which weigh me down
with unquestionable intent.

I watch trapped oxygen escape
from each waterlogged nostril –
air balloons rise towards the heavens.
They tick time like a doomsday clock
constantly counts down seconds.

Soon the mouth dam will fail –
aquatic air will flood in
and fish will clench and gnaw
with cannibal jaws
while they eat me as their own.

♦This poem recently appeared in Here and Now.