Dropped into a dream from a bolt of lightning,
I become one with water and swim this ocean of darkness.
Down, down, lungs not fighting
(have I grown gills?) And still down.
I settle then among heavy rocks and thick sand,
marvel at flowering sea-grass that sways hypnotically
as I take my place among coral families.
There must be a lesson I’m supposed to learn here,
but for now, there is no thought.
Only gentle movement in rhythm with ocean’s dance.
Only peaceful knowing that we are one.
4/28/24
Karen McCaskey 