Sometimes I like to slip
just beneath the water’s lip
to an embryonic place
where flesh suspends in liquid embrace
swirls of hair defiant of gravity
Try to swim free of rooted captivity
fingers of the water's hands brush my face
with a long lost lover’s gentle snake like pace.
voices incoherent from down under
Where sound distorts like a distant clap of thunder
light seeping from above in intermittentness
bending and refracting into perfect brokenness
The passing of time neither slow nor fast
I savor each breath as if it were my last.
