a solid, black silhouette sinks submerge! submerge! it struggles to plunge & not be kicked back up -- to not bob like a wine cork in the dark sea but it seems to have no mass to sink but the right mass to fly
Submerge! [Free Verse]
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Breaching the surface, one's neck craning, stretching, one's lips in a wide "O," one gasps, sucking air with a monster moan, or maybe it's dying-man death-rattle. The gasped breath is insufficient, and the body shoves it back out, craving more & impulsively air packing. As one bobs in the water, one times another gasp to the rebounding breach. This one is more satisfying, more calming: the perfect breath -- for all intents & purposes. There may be a time when each breath is as precious as this one.
pooled water,
like liquid metal
in waning light
a creature unknown splashes in the lotus pond â kerplunk! kerplunk!