The desire is to dive down,
slip under the surface,
slide effortless through blue.
To let go of breath in all
its regular insistence,
the heart’s demands.
To see beneath, a milky
light arresting altered eyes,
liquid dissolving distances
between what’s concealed
and visible. The flesh
permits departure
not escape. The body
quieted, not shed. Arms
propel, limbs animate,
their rhythm patterning
our daily breath,
while we swim
in substances we barely see,
through and into, but
not beyond.