Heavier than the water I displace
It parts easily, pushed down and aside;
I slip beneath the vexed, turbid surface
Drifting downward through the brief dark I glide.
Sev'ral feet below, the churning ceases,
My declension slows to a steady float;
Light filters through while the surface seethes,
I see clearly to seek the antidote.
In the deep the ballast of truth's burden
Presses, preventing recrimination
Against the surface horde's sly stratagem,
Encouraging thoughtful introspection.
Near me I see other few; my heart leaps
Knowing that hope swims in the silent deep.
August 2016
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