Into the blue
Rolling back off the rocking rib, I flop
into the swollen sea. My wetsuit floods
with chilly chains of cold. I hold tight to
my mask as the lead pulls me low. Into
the blue I go. Into the deep I sink.
I sink. Pressure-squeezed spaces compress
and compact. Pain stabs inside - my eardrum
squeals. Fierce with my snort, push into my nose.
Remembering to breathe is the hardest part.
Into the blue I go. Floating away.
Floating away; away from the surface
light fades, disappears. The sea sounds echo
and tinkle like glass, scattering softly.
My vacuum-packed body tightens and drops,
drops to the deep. Into the blue I go.
I go. Down to the blue. Controlled and calm,
watery weight pressing down heavy. Tank
knocks the back of my head. Turning my neck,
I look. He hangs in the glass beside me,
glances across, smiles. Together we fall.
We fall. Together. Checking each other.
Our oxygen blood buzzing and fizzing,
fuzzy narcosis on the horizon.
Hold it. Hover. Hold back. Don’t cross the line.
Breaths lengthen, slow down. We stay in the depths.
In the depths, cold tides glide through me. I know
I can’t stay here for long. This place, special
and strange as it is, scares me. Soon, I’ll start
to long for the surface’s safe, warm light.
But now, for now, into the blue I go.
(2013)
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