Toes at the shore
from there it didn't look so deep
'oh come in my beauty, come to me my only'
he sang.
My head gradually slipped beneath the surface
he danced in a whirlpool of arousal
my family stood watching with clouded eyes
' You fool your drowning! Stupid girl you're drowning.'
On the floor of the abyss
I fell into sleep and dreamt despite death.

From a distant isle a boat set out.
Sweeping over the waves the voice of three.
The first cried out 'We come for you!'
The second cried ' We are here.'
The third ' Remember who you are.'
My eyes open to the bowled surface so far away
I reach, they reach.
As currents pummel with distractive desire
Brother Wind and Star and Sun pull me up
I am rising to remember my need to breath.