Octopus

Lurking
loosely,blobbishly
unrolling,
your enormous
bulbous head
a-lolling,
with a kind of
neckless grace
as you come pouring
down the face
of rocky coves
and coral caves 
that shimmer
with a most enchanting glimmer
through the roof
of pulsing waves–
Gem set in a jewel…

Red or yellow,
white and polka-dots
or maybe cobalt blue:
Loosely committed to your shade,
your shape also defined
sort of
by whatever space you fill…

And yet, in you
a hunter’s will…
And truth be told,
you’re really rather smart and bold:
Gravity’s your bitch
and physics, too,
and even literary art
as suddenly, you’re
outofhere!
with jet-assist,
and last-word mockery
expressed
in ink.

2007