I dive in
I dive in.
I dive down.
Through blackness so dense I have to assure myself it’s safe.
Layer through layer.
Each time deeper.
Till I reach what I believe is the bottom of the ocean.
It’s all primal here.
People fighting angry slaps.
A man swinging in the dark on an old swing.
A thousand microphones hanging down
in a art-like sculpture trying to capture the essence
of humankind communication.
I know what happens next,
It’s always the same.
I shouldn’t give in but it feels so good.
It pulls me out and I fly up.
Darkness through darkness.
My head arches back,
tongue flicking so rapidly like a snake
as the air is drawn back into my lungs.
And no one to share it with but myself.
Poem written in 2012 while living in NYC