Thrown into the deep end
without lesson or good advice
I flail and spin
eyes stinging with coulda, shoulda, woulda
ears pounding with old expectations
I see the light above me
bright and blurry
Sometimes I think I feel
oxygen on my hand
just before I slip down
I'm not sure
as I've long since forgotten
the weight of air
Only the pressure of water
the warmth of its embrace
so useless
so familiar
Do I swim up
Might the light I see
be the sun's reflection
on the bottom of the pool
and I move down
always down
because who am I
to defy gravity
April 29, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-ninth entry "Sous Vide".
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