The scurry and flurry of thoughts
hound me
jabbing, stabbing
so I seek comfort
in the ebb and flow…

I do not rush and dive in.
Rather,
I let myself
slip softly…
easing myself carefully into
the saline calm

fingerlings of froth
licking my skin

Only my face,
save for my ears
greet frigid air

All the rest of me
just wants to
drown out
drawn out
waves
of thoughts
and words

It's not enough
to mute everything
so

I take that deep breath
and sink myself
deep
   deep
          er
        deep
               est

The weight of the waves
bearing down on me
s-lapping, c-rashing
th-rusting
p
  lung
          ing

me
to the unruffled depths

I crave for breath
yet

I welcome the cool liquid.
So soothing…
embracing me
drinking me in

I wallow in it
as it swallows me in

and then…
and then
I find out
that all along
I was inside
my own
tear
d
r
o
p
.
.