Self Portrait ~~ anna hood

I am swimming
in my self portrait
swimming in a navy blue sea blue
green with icebergs.
Someone once called them cathedrals
of the deep. It wasn't me
although I wish it was. Probably Merwin
it sounds like him.

Around me the navy sea bristles
with the clash of Viking swords.
Thor sends boxcars of sound
swinging from his giant hammer
beating time with whale songs
belugas, the white singers
canaries of the St Lawrence
heavy with toxins
heavy with warning
sweet faced Belugas
singing their song.

Above me
in an aura borealis sky
the dog star, Sirius
migrates south across
the rainbow bowl of the sky
vibrating with the trumpets
of swans, and the whistles
of swans, and the mute
swans who do not speak
except with their singing
wings.

In this self portrait
I am swimming
Icebergs melting
onto my dining room floor.