::03:19:08::

::: Under Water :::

I jump
off the board
and my feet
feel the cool
greenish blue
water.

It’s just right
and I--
go under
but there
seems to be
no bottom.

I worry that I
will not rise
to the surface
in time.

I have traveled
so low
but now I must
travel so high.

Can I hold my breath
for that long?
or will I die...

Then I discover
I can breathe;
the magic water,
I inhale like air.

And I can take
as long as I want
and I can stay down
for another hour.

It doesn’t really matter
because I can breathe
under water

[A dream transformed into poetry]

Written by: ~ Rachel Eagle Reiter