A polyp pulses in the primordial deep
Undulating into an ephyra in another epoch
Luminous beneath fathoms and fathoms and fathoms and more
Suspended in centuries of silent depths, then stirring
An eternal Cambrian climbing to the rippling sunlight
And the break of age.
“Now, he notices only my absence, the things I have not done: a thin layer of dust in the hallway, an unprepared meal in the pantry. I’ve started abandoning tasks just to see if he notices, the calculated neglect like a beam from a distant lighthouse.”