I find myself in deeper water lately
no longer on the shore,
bare toes finding purchase upon cool sand,
instead I’m treading luminous blue
hoping with each breath that I don’t drown.
Drown among the slippery tendrils of seaweed
in colours of darkest green and brown,
eyes wide open,
adjusting to the undulating new world before me,
my last breath stretching to eternity.
But wait, I’ve been here before –
floating in deep water, safe in my mother’s womb
the ebb and flow cradling me,
as I wait for light to cleave the water,
allowing me to surface to take that first breath again.