submerged

I don't like to tell you this

but when I cross the line

I see you there too

waiting, daring me

with your bedazzled eyes of sapphire

          to take the final step

until I am wholly submerged

           below frost-sunken narratives

so deep there's no

orientation

           so I pick a direction

                 and swim

          never knowing

             which way

                I will emerge

A poem by Amber Byers