Breathe

Trickle down to the bottom.
The floor is a soft, soggy mess.
The seagulls are far above and can’t succumb
To these depths.
The water, the water, it takes my breath.
flows through my nose, mouth, ears,
surrounded by the pressure, breathing
myself
to
death,
reach out, the water holds my
hands, teaches me to sing, holds me, and keeps me warm.
I wanted to breathe.

And up above
A beautiful day
The windows, the curtains
Pull at the shades
The sea breeze, the ocean
Play with the waves
A blanket, a hammock
Falling off to sleep
A moon, a crescent
A breath,
how deep.

(August 2005)

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