The S poem.

Sink—Submerge—Surrender

Sink
The slow slide
seems sudden

Water rises
completing the illusion

Were it not for the chill
I would barely feel the damp

Submerge
Fluid lines
obscure the space

breathing
out…in…out…in

until the waves tire
then subside

Surrender
I have resisted
afraid

of giving in
of letting go

but I must accept
if I am to carry on

and breathe

(19 November 2016)