From Below (Emerge Wet)

lost and found free verse poetry

Rockaway Beach OR photo by Renee Podunovich

The free-flowing motion of the water,
a silence beneath the whitecaps,
always trying to see things from below is like
a prison. I can’t tell you
to come up for breath, that the surface
is flat and glistening like a promise,
is just a thin barrier to air,
is that meeting place where elements
coalesce collide combine confront
collapse sense of self surpassed
switched up…