Emerging

The net,
deep trawl drawn,
rises rolling over a
ticking clocking
capstan.

Morning
   (dark warm
   birth warm)
tears the mesh
spilling dream-thoughts
into wakefulness
   save one I held,
then let free
as it delivered up
a faint green light
as would a dorsal fin
cutting through
a phosphorous
sea.

by Tom Greggs