My skin is alive waiting for the cold rush
of water closing over me
as I dive
down
into the darker depths
sending the air out of my lungs in a flood
watching the light fade through the watery filter
into a blue shaded sun and sky
motion becomes poetry that I cannot find on land
removing myself from those crowded human voices
shedding my humanity like some kind of reptilian shell
freeing myself into movement
finally
flowing into happiness
a breath
a pause
a voice
in the silence
surfacing at last for small sips of air
in the dance that arrows my body forward
slipping between the water
like an otherworldly creature
returning home at last – Caroline A. Slee