The Dive

by In All Our Years

in the brightest sun of day,
i descend-
where only finned creatures
brave to stay.

my life’s blood left above,
a portion taken for my return,
my god on my side, i hope, i dive.

at first, my breathing hurts,
then revel in this foreign world.

i touch the sand with my hand-
a familiar sight, not in this light.

i gaze into darkness and wonder-
what may be gazing at me-

i cannot ascend in hast-
i must endure and calm my wait-

to escape would be my fate.
i must endure and calm my wait.