In the water I'm born again,
in flowing silence I am fluid;
Just visiting here beyond this.
The weight of my body and of it all is lifted,
This seamless resistance soothes me.
Underneath...I re-emerge from under-neath,
as if entering the out from inside myself...
Here, like this, I almost remember being born again.
So many dimensions within "ours",
I re-emerge, reaching up from the bottom-
eyes open to the sting, as if I'm shattering the looking glass...but quietly.
Watching my own hand reverse-penetrate the undisturbed surface.
If I could just take it all in-
water into my lungs so that I may be born again into what's next-
This moment, the moment every cell of my body struggles to perpetuate...
that's when the floating silence
is who I am.
That's when I realize I have to break the silence
and the surface,
and breathe again.