On the Edge of my chair
I sat squirming, grabbing, fidgeting
with the lowered black sleeve.
The water started at my toes
nothing I wasn't prepared to handle.
I lowered my eyes now,
too distracted by the rising tide
around me.
I was no longer interested in the tan room around me;
the cold, dark water was at my waist now.
I wonder what everyone else sees.
an odd pounding was now filling the room,
the rushing water was not alone.
I could no longer stay seated;
the water was taking me away now.
I could freely swim about the room-
If I wanted too.
I did not.
Instead, I went under.
