Tight curls of blue and green
Twirl about my toes, now
About my heels. How quickly
This playful current becomes
A raging torrent of red
Clay washed up in the flood.
I’d run to higher ground
To escape this high water
If only there were ground
To which to escape.
There is none, and still
The water rises.
Anxiety. Fear. Worry.
The water’s at my chest,
But I keep my head.
Pump my legs to keep afloat.
I grow tired; the water pulls
At my skin: down, down, down.
And still the water rises.
“Give up, let me take you.”
The torrent speaks to me –
Am I losing sanity?
All about me the voice
Echoes.
I struggle with the surface,
“Let me live!” I cry, to which
I receive no answer.
I surrender. The current
Envelopes me, embraces
Me like a child dearly missed.
I sink, I must be leaden;
Down to where I have no hope
Of ever breathing air again.
The water’s clear at depth.
Cool, crisp and clean, pleading.
Pleading with me to let go –
Release the oxygen
That I so desperately
Hold in my lungs. This is it.
I exhale.
Soon all will be darkness.
I wait until my lungs
Must inhale, by reflex –
Wait until water fills them.
“Trust me.” I hear vibrate
In every molecule of
Hydrogen and oxygen.
And thus, at last I inhale.
Water is denser than air
In the lungs; denser, yes,
And richer. I’m breathing
Deliciously, like I’ve
Never breathed before –
As if these lungs were made
To breathe water, to which
Air is a mediocre
Substitute.
Yes, I am breathing. Alive!
Deliciously, delectably
Alive! And I’ve come so deep
Now, that never will I
Have to breathe wretched air
Again! I am free!
The water is all about –
Without me and within me.
I am not the water,
But the water makes me free.