I'm in another world.
I'm a stranger, visiting, learning, enjoying. The cool water caresses my skin as my body adapts and learns to move in this subterranean universe.
Change direction, up, down deeper and upside down. This is freedom. I'm a visitor but I'm at home. Strange, beautiful creatures watch me, glide past me. They sense my respect.
The water fills my ears and this world sings to me as I glide through it. I dash down- my body straight like an arrow. Then I lie still. My body slows. Slow-motion. Peace. Slowly my torso lifts and my body rises as the oxygen in my lungs lifts me slowly. Cold patches. Warm patches. I allow the gentle movement of the water to guide me. It's so serene.
My head bursts out of the water, gasp, blow water from my lips. I bob on the surface and view my world, as the sky kisses the ocean. Birds, voices, ores splashing in the water. Laughter, a jet overhead.
I'm going back down.
With powerful thrusts from my arms and melodic kicking of my feet I burrow deeper and deeper into the cool world. I'm flying. I'm flying like a bird. For the amount of time that my body's mechanics will allow I'm in heaven. My pulse slows and my cells use oxygen sparingly as every ounce of me longs and yearns to stay submerged.
I flip over and watch the light dance on the surface, the meeting place of the two worlds. I'm a visitor, at home in The Deep.
2011 Moira G. Gallaga©
Water is Wide
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