Dive

I want to turn my room upside down.
Twelve, thirteen feet above me
a pale blue sea of ceiling –

the afternoon throws yellow light
into a blank corner.
I’m spreadeagled on the wide chair

revel in the space up there
cool and calm, only one pale lightshade
in the very centre.

If the ceiling was underfoot
I would jump from the mantlepiece
into the foam

or run from the bay of the sofa
catapult into the vast cobalt.
The sky through the high window –

a deeper blue.
I’ll crest the fine sparkles of glass
swim as far away as those curled waves of cloud.