Jonah Contemplates Leviathan from the Inside

I have a foolish habit
Of imagining
How this will look,

What sorts of stories
They might believe about me,
What pointed morals they’ll draw,

How I might come out of it,
How I’ll appear when it’s done.
Can it matter from inside?

Inside, it’s just a surprise
To be breathing and aware,
Incompletely digested,

Contemplative and restive,
In the dark, but still alive.