- Bahia Honda, Key West
We’re snorkeling on a reef—choppy water had almost canceled our trip.My son, eighteen, beautiful fish—
chest sprouting sleek hair gangly god treading his futurewithout us. Flamboyant fish in their silent
raucous confetti spray, and he is pointing for me to seeand I am nodding vigorously
and pointing back to make sure of something—love?—passing between us
till my snorkel clogs due to vigorous nodding.We do not stray far from the boat
or each other, though the dizzy current tries to drag us apart.We cannot name the many fish
but we can name each otherin that deep underwater silence of the murmuring heart.
Oh, we tire, as we must, and flop over back onto the boat for the long ride to the dock. Lord, I have never
been so tired and so awake, his cold shoulder touching mine on the crowded boat his slight lean toward me, [End Page 108]
then away. Last night in Key West, we passed the B&B where he was conceived and my wife told him.
TMI, he said immediately. She could not help herself in sight of that single moment
of silent glistening. Today for two hours the world just water, breath, air. We move our arms. We swim for it. [End Page 109]
Jim Daniels’s next book of poems, Rowing Inland, will be published by Wayne State University Press in 2017. Other recent collections include Apology to the Moon (BatCat Press), Birth Marks (BOA Editions), and Eight Mile High (Michigan State University Press). He is also the writer/producer of a number of short films, including The End of Blessings (2015). A Detroit native, Daniels is the Thomas Stockham Baker University Professor at Carnegie Mellon University.