Octopus
A writer is an octopus
Shooting ink across the waves
That shimmer as the pages turn
A book that churns, roils
Settling ink, like oil
On the surface of the mind.
A writer is an octopus
Hiding at the bottom of the sea
In a cave filled with lantern patterns
Silhouettes of letters trapped in bubbles
Characters mirroring doubles
Reflected in the plankton.