The Tunnel

Horse drawn
On both knees
A hatch
Crawling and wriggling

A reflective prism
More like a receptive prison
The echo bangs like a drum
Banging and thumping

I am transported
Watching a diver
Jump from the board into blue crystal material
I envied her freedom

I flash back to my current situation
To built myself a vehicle
To shake the shackles
And enter the process of speculation