Breathe

 Sitting on the bottom

Floating, feeling each movement, tendril of water touching my skin

some buffett me, as legs kick, arms pull

others caress from a distance

air slowly leaves, smooth, then bubbling up

drifting down, more quickly

till

im sitting

as in an arm chair

arms out in front of hanging

ears pop not he way

but now just hear

dull cries, splashes

but mostly

the thud of my heart in my head

feeling the grip of the goggles around my eyes 

the pull of the calm depth fights the growing panic for air

till the edge, lungs bursting

then slowly pushing off

rising

and breaking the surface

keeping it slow

keep the gasp silent

filling lungs

chlorine strong at the surface

catches my throat

biting, acid

again ?.....

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