From the black height of Atlantis 

 

From the black height of Atlantis you dived

a seabird plunge into promising waters

I at the shore, wrapped in borrowed garments

immaculate white, reflecting the heat

still a sudden breathless knot-bite of loss

the prising open before you emerged.

Only later, pressed to your skin there came

the slow blood-trickle of rapid descent.

I buried you with stones, laid them over

each visible part, gently, one by one

the shape of you took years to submerge

beneath an eternal spread of stone pine.