The layer above me is thin.
Above, there are levels transparent
and endless. I hold my breath.
I use the force of arms and legs to swim
up like a tulip pushes out of the earth.
I fear the sharks. I fear the lack
of oxygen. Layer upon liquid layer I merge with
then pass through. When I reach
the last layer it is like any other until
I am through. And there is the crisp, immaculate sky,
the breathable breeze and friends sent
to rescue me, cheering like children at my return.
I am swept between them back to shore,
as the ocean sits like a picture, still and of
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Miscreant, Issue 6”, July 2015
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