Deep Water Night Poem:
This is not about about making waves.
Don’t ask any of those questions:
“May I, Should We, Do You,
Has there been?” Will there?”
It’s just peeling back viscous dark water
and slipping silently in.
Face-first through the dark cold
and initial ragged body-shocked gasps.
Being us between the layers.
Finding the breath song.
In: one, two, three, four.
Out: one, two, three, four.
Sculling into the deep dark water,
eager to soothe our anxious souls.
- Subject Matter: Figure/Landscape