Slip under surface,
cool blue gently lifting.
I glide, float, imagine
wings through the tide,
diving in, slipping out,
turn to the sky, a breath,
before slipping under again.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Slip under surface,
cool blue gently lifting.
I glide, float, imagine
wings through the tide,
diving in, slipping out,
turn to the sky, a breath,
before slipping under again.