Hurtling into hard matter
The shock of penetration
Joined fingers pierce
but it's the head,
that necked noggin
usually reserved
for nutting out,
housing expressions,
now the chief impactor,
smacking into flat wet.
First dive into still pool.
The noise, the back-thrust
the intense present
before torso and limbs
catch up.
You've done it.
Let go.
You're in
another zone.
Fears faced.
Familiar earth
deliberately abandoned
for unbreathable water.
bw
|