“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” ~ Virginia Woolf

When light ripples away
and direction disappears
I dance
where there is no North

and you can’t tell
your ups from your downs

There is a thrill
in my pounding heart
and lungs screaming
for the return to land

But I seek
the depthless bottom
that hides
somewhere beyond the murk

It waits
where thin daylight cannot reach
its shadowy hands
rising up to me

ready to welcome me
home – Caroline A. Slee