Out of Place

I have the

Impression

That all that I try

To grasp

Recedes

Or I fall away

From every thing.

Not

Jolted backward

By a train moving

Unexpectedly

Or like a

Pole-vaulter

falling in slow motion

But like a

Submerged

Plastic bag

Below the see-saw

Pendulous

Waves

Tethered to the

Current

Imitating

A jellyfish.

I am taken

Away

From every thing.

Then given the

Hopes

Of Tantalus

In being

Slopped

Approximately

Back into

Place:

Swaying

Immersed

In that which is

So near

And yet

So far.