by In All Our Years
in the brightest sun of day,
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.