Flash poetry: Dive

Dive
To plunge the depth of my
Divinity--
like when I dove on the reef, dove deep to see the life there,
tumbled through pressure to the dancing bottom, waves breaking above, tempestuous, relentless, and I
drew small tube breaths, took a black rock from ocean floor
to sky, pumping arms and aching back and heavy tank and surface breaks--
I held the underside of that rock, flashing Mother of Pearl, in the sparkle sun, and
was happy just to breathe.

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