The water laps around my cheeks.
It's threateningly calm, warm.
Like a summer storm,
massive and unpredictable--
erupting like it may envelope the earth.
But beautiful and breathtaking,
leaving you unsure whether to hide
or let it take you.
Ripples appear as the tiny waves
reach my nose, the corners of my lips,
until all that's visible is my hair
flowing wildly in the current.
What's it like underneath?
Dark, calm, quiet, cool?
I sink lower below the surface.
The last strands of my curls
dip below the line.
It gets cold quickly,
but I don't mind the chill on my toes--
reminding me they are there.
How long before anyone notices?
It will surely be too late.
not for me--