I shudder to think of jumping in-
which toe first...
or how to swim?
Perhaps it was warmer then...
Now my icy blue veins are showing through-
But brazenness grows like a dragon in my chest
and i see naked me, vulnerably, visibly,
trembling at the waters edge-
red tears pool about
-then this trepidation
lulls me in
But I stand firm. Rooted. Waiting for the tide to rise,
high enough
to reach me
before I begin
to sink any further.
I remember in there
it is warmer than the air...
Painting by Edvard Munch [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
