I cannonball into the deep black green
No noises like my dreams, nothing to be seen.
I listen only to the water to drown out my head,
the cool kisses of salty brine surrounding me.
Below, the sticky tar-like silt waits
for the final bubbles to leave my lungs –
Please try to breathe.
But I breach the surface once more, the black green
rolls over me and parts again for reality.
Just a moment’s peace. Just some time in the nothing.
My eyes wander the skies to find my bearings,
They stop upon the oak tree,