hands blurred on their edges
ebony hair swirled
in a fluid dance.
sunlight fought to penetrate
the rippled surface,
creating a kaleidoscope of light,
in the quietness,
the sea whispered into my ears,
a gargled message,
the language of the water.
in the chaos of movements
somehow, there was stillness,
the kind of calm
i will not have when I break the surface.
i am not drowning,
i am letting go...
