"Diver"

 

A little deeper and she'll lose the light. At first
the surface is just touchable - shadows that might be clouds
or birds in flight . . . She sets her face to the skim

to get the last of the world she came from, some slight
sense of voices fading as she slips
from almost-day to almost-night, grey-green shading

first to blue, then more than blue, then to a blue never seen
by anyone but her, and that slow drift into darkness set to sever
all that she owned or wanted, all she had ever been.

 

 

 

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