I am darkness flowing into darkness,
angling deeper into the deep water
The pressure popping my ears
streaming the new world behind
with each exhalation
in growing racing quivering pockets of air.
Each one has a sound, a picture.
Sighing like the cars on the road,
tires beading on asphalt,
they run, grow, and glow,
the slope of the dive shop roof,
and the trees scraping its shingles.
Stars rising like carp
spawning in the shallows:
the new night now exhaled in loony bubbles
tumbling like moon puppies to the surface.
And the deeper I go, the farther I see.