My Post-Birthday Wish, a.k.a. David Ignatow's Prose Poem, "The Life"

To rest in love as a water bug rests on the surface, swinging to and fro with the gentle rhythm of the tide, then lightly dashing across the surface to catch his yet tinier victim.

What would I dash over the surface for? To catch at my prey, the poem that like the victim of the water bug would affirm my life: to rest in love as on a water bed, with all my frame snugly fitting, and every which way I turn the surface holding me closely. I'd lose my sense of self in this watery support, the self of hip and thigh, my head, too, afloat. Let this be the life of love.