How long will I run?

‘Til tide’s edge touches sand

Or beyond it, ankle-deep?

Will it roll in

Or ebb out? Will it slap me

Or dupe me, send me

chasing it?

And the current –

Will I feebly float or will

my feet be knocked from

under me? Under me.

Down…under water,

Out to sea…

How long will I wear SCUBA gear –

A month, a year, several years?

How long until the tank is empty

And I grow gills and flap away

Into the darkness, the colorlessness,

No sun to render blue…

Will I get to say good-bye

To grounded you?

Copyright 2011 Liya Khenkin